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MERCVRY TO PROMETHEVS

Like a star I fly,
Till the storm I near
Of the agony
Which from far I hear.
Where the eagle screams
On the frozen air,
Where like ghostly dreams
Stand the mountains bare:
Their tempestuous throng
Darkly set to drive,
With the northwinds strong
Where the stormclouds strive,

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While they closer fold
That gigantic form,
Bathed in rain of cold,
Sunk in shock of storm.
Titan, look on me:
Like a star I fly:
Thou too mightest be
Such a god as I.