PROMETHEUS BOUND
PROMETHEUS
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 140
How here to the rugged gorge's head
In such imprisonment riveted
I keep unenvied ward.
CHORUS
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
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