Fra Cipolla, and other poems :: :: University of Virginia Library

PROMETHEUS.

Dark in the moonlight by his shape of clay
Still watched Iapetus' high-reaching son,
But when the light winds flew before the day
He seized Aurora, with exulting tone
Crying, “Up bear me thou who with Tithōn
Makest thy yellow couch;” and suddenly
On came the whirling chariot of the Sun,
And he his torch hath lighted craftily;
“Ha!” shouted the great Titan, “I have won
Equality with the Usurper, hence shall be
Many a strong spirit, nor on earth alone,
Hell shall they pierce, and Hades, and the sea,
And with the gods wage war and love divine,
Making sweet songs to me from many a famous shrine.”