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Ah! is it you?

Maidens, daughters of Tethys, whose brood

Is that great and goodly multitude,

And of him that, unholden of sleep, with a girth

Of waters engirdles the body of earth,

Okeanos? ah, behold, regard

How here to the rugged gorge's head

In such imprisonment riveted

I keep unenvied ward.

I see, Prometheus, thrill'd

With awe, and sudden-fill'd

Mine eyes are troubled with a mist of tears,

When thus, even thus, rock-hung,

Perishing, parching, wrung

In adamantine chains thy form appears.

For in the heavenly place

New hands of a new race