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On the uttermost of earth at last we stand,

The Scythians' range, inhuman solitude;

And thou, Hephaistos, needs must go about

The Father's high commission, to make fast

This knave to the stupendous precipices

In adamantine everlasting bands.

Thy glorious flower, all-operating fire,

He stole, he utter'd unto men: for such

Misdeed the gods require just recompense,

That he be schooled to brook the mastery

Of Zeus, and leave his bent of loving men.