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Rh Till I sprang up unsandalled, in haste to behold,

And rushed forth on my chariot of wings manifold.

Prometheus. Alas me!—alas me!

Ye offspring of Tethys who bore at her breast

Many children; and eke of Oceanus,—he,

Who coils around earth with perpetual unrest;

Behold me and see,

How transfixed with the fang

Of a fetter, I hang

On the high-jutting rocks of this fissure, and keep

An uncoveted watch o'er the world and the deep.

I behold thee, Prometheus—yet now, yet now,

A terrible cloud, whose rain is tears,

Sweeps over mine eyes that witness how

Thy body appears

Hung awaste on the rocks by infrangible chains!

For new is the hand and the rudder that steers

The ship of Olympus through surge and wind—

And of old things passed, no track is behind.

Prometheus. Under earth, under Hades,

Where the home of the shade is,

All into the deep, deep Tartarus,

I would he had hurled me adown!

I would he had plunged me, fastened thus

In the knotted chain, with the savage clang,

All into the dark, where there should be none,

Neither god nor another, to laugh and see!

But now the winds sing through and shake

The hurtled chains wherein I hang,—

And I, in my naked sorrows, make

Much mirth for my enemy.