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Rh Zeus with new laws and strong caprice holds sway,

Unkings the ancient Powers, their might constrains,

And thrusts their pride away!

Had he but hurled me, far beneath

The vast and ghostly halls of Death,

Down to the limitless profound

Of Tartarus, in fetters bound,

Fixed by his unrelenting hand!

So had no man, nor God on high,

Exulted o'er mine agony—

But now, a sport to wind and sky,

Mocked by my foes, I stand!

What God can wear such ruthless heart

As to delight in ill?

Who in thy sorrow bears not part?

Zeus, Zeus alone! for he, with wrathful will,

Clenched and inflexible,

Bears down Heaven's race—nor end shall be, till hate

His soul shall satiate,

Or till, by some device, some other hand

Shall wrest from him his sternly-clasped command!

Yet,—though in shackles close and strong

I lie in wasting torments long,—