Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SUN-THIEF, by RHYS CARPENTER Poet's Biography First Line: A desolate mountain region. Snow and Last Line: Cold and clear in the moonlight. Unbroken silence.] Subject(s): Earth; Escapes; Fire; Grief; Hermes (mythology); Humanity; Love; Mythology; Prisons & Prisoners; Prometheus; Religion; Sun; Zeus; World; Fugitives; Sorrow; Sadness; Convicts; Theology | ||||||||
SCENE: A desolate mountain region. Snow and ice amid gigantic crags. Through almost perpendicular gorges, glimpses of lowland and sea. A VOICE Wind of the dawn, grey herald, wake, Fulfil thy solitary way; O'er mountain tarn and frozen lake Swift-footed, run before the day. VOICES [singing] Swing low, swing low beneath the night, Ye hanging lanterns of the stars; Slow-fingered morn with key of light The golden East unbars. A VOICE Wind of the dawn, grey herald, rise From shadowed foothills of the night. Spread wide thy wings against the skies, And sweep the mountains in thy flight. VOICES [singing] Farewell, farewell, your patient eyes Seal fast with drowsy day, And fainter, fainter from the skies Your silver hide away. A VOICE Wind of the dawn, grey herald, come, Put on thy mantle, streaked with fire; The mountains sleep, the seas are dumb, Wake, wake the world to new desire! VOICES [singing; ever fainter] Untroubled spirits set afar Beyond the sphere of change, Thou ever-burning summer star, Guide of the shepherd's range, Ye masters of the empty night, Encircled crown and lyre, Deep-running river wrought of light, And beasts of shining fire, Anew, anew when day is done Your silent vigil keep. Blow out your tapers for the sun, And drain the cup of sleep. A NEW VOICE Still wheels the bear with silent tread Around the frozen pole, and low In cloudy East, Orion's head Trembles above the snow. ANOTHER VOICE In billowed fog and curdled wrack Uneasy turns the dreaming light, And with impatient hand throws back The cloudy canopy of night. VOICES [singing] White and silent lie the hills, Frozen are their eager streams, Starlit adoration fills Cloud and shadow of their dreams. Kings are they, in ermine robed, Holy lovers of the moon Floating past them silver-globed In her magic plenilune. A VOICE Now creeps the pale, the laggard dawn O'er cloven ice and shattered mead; Where only sun and wind have drawn Their furrow, falls the burning seed. And see! with bluish tint and grey In sudden growth and secret power, The hidden blossom of the day Springs up, and opens wide its flower. ANOTHER VOICE Like night-long reveller who spurns The wine at dawn and leaves the feast, The sun his goblet overturns And spills its purple o'er the East. A THIRD VOICE Like sea-birds from their rocky nest With turning wings and frightened cries, O'er broken ridge and ragged crest The sombre colours wheel and rise. VOICES [at a distance] Awake, awake! Come search the air And probe the hollow sea, Drive darkness to its hungry lair And set the waters free. Break bond of ice and seal of snow, And bid the captive fountain flow. Unfold the misty waterfall And spread the rainbow wide, O'er icy crag and turret tall With shining pinion glide. With needle keen of heat and light Pierce every cloud on every height. VOICES [close at hand] Up, up through icy gorge and rift, Through dripping cave and hollow rill, The mountain's windy echoes drift, And blend and soar, from hill to hill. From wave and tree the shadow flies; From under-sea the voices rise, The valleys sing, and lo, a tone Unearthly wrought of low and high Is from the windy whisper grown And shakes the roof-beam of the sky. From caverns black, the frozen air Whirls upward in a wild desire And through the sun-god's flaming hair Draws out the strands of naked fire The stars are withered by the glow, Where over cloudy ridges pour In fiery blast and furnace-flow The bursting gold, the molten ore. OTHER VOICES 'Tis spent, the mighty stream is spent On slope and height of cloudy field: Over the shaken Orient The sun-god lifts his burning shield. And lo! in earth and sea and height The glory wanes, the uproar dies; The earth-cup fills with yellow light, The sun moves upward to the skies. [Silence and broad daylight. Entrance of characters: KRATOS and BIA with PROMETHEUS.] KRATOS Clutch yonder ledge wherefrom the shadow falls; Draw thyself up, and loosen not thy hold. BIA Accursèd land of glitter and of cold, With icy ladders frozen to the walls, With ruined chasms, and trembling bridges thrown O'er cloven ice! KRATOS Against yon ridge of stone Set fast thy feet; with either hand updrag Thy burden. BIA Shattered pinnacle and crag, Ice-monsters huge, and grinning phantasies With splintered fingers pointing at the skies! See yonder, how the gaping stone is rent. KRATOS So ends our toil of heavenward ascent. PROMETHEUS O sun, all hail, and thou far-shining sea! KRATOS Hast thou a word for these yet none for me? PROMETHEUS Eternal comrades, sky and wind and snow, Ye sable ridges striving from below, Cast your all-sheltering arms around me. BIA Nay, These naked gyves shall closer lie than they. Yon creviced ledge with socket and with bar Shall bear the chain, and here beneath thy feet The crawling ice with wizened bond shall meet. PROMETHEUS O cloudy palaces upraised afar, Ancestral home mid wheeling sun and star, Farewell! KRATOS Swing high thy mallet, blow on blow; With toothèd fetter bind him. PROMETHEUS High and low Drive fast each ring, with welded bolt conspire To link the mastery of frost and fire, Till flesh with fetter in one channel runs! What fairer home than Earth's eternal hill Paved with unthawing snow, lit with the sun's Unwinking lamp, and tapestried with dawn, Could shelter my inviolable will? Your slavish task accomplish,and begone! KRATOS Glad, glad are we to leave this fearful peak. But thou who hast thy courage on thy lips And with unshaken scorn and pride canst speak, How is it in thy heart? Moves no eclipse Across the flame of thy rebellious thought? Are there no shadows in thy breast, to dark Thine exile and thy torment? That fell spark Of stolen fire,tell me, what has it wrought? Rebellion and requital!all for naught! BIA Come, leave this task, and strive not with thy tongue To fetter him whom bonds of iron hold. Away! away! While yet our strength is young Leave these unfriended heights of wind and cold Where only death and desolation blows, The very sunlight shivers as it goes! KRATOS Yet one word more! When with its hungry fangs Glutting and fearful, from thy body hangs This monster of the cold, whose breath is frost, Whose hair is drifted snow, whose claws are ice, Cry not thy curses on us: thou hast lost Our service through thy counsel. Thine advice It was, whereby, when our wild brethren fell, We stood unshaken; for we learned full well To take the stronger tyrant for our own And let the weaker god be overthrown. Thy folly plucks thee down; thy wisdom's eye Searches too far, and with excess of light Blinds its own vision PROMETHEUS Shadows of the night, From your eternal towers above the sky Look forth, and with your sable band descend To hide from me this cowering cursèd race, My brethren,who before my anguished face Preach me their creed of selfish fear. Have end, Mock me no more! How shall ye comprehend, Who have but bodies wrought of ears and eyes And lustful thoughts, whose laughter and whose sighs Are but for food and aspen-leaved delight That like a silver tree gleams in the wind? Fools, fools! for ye shall perish. Dull and blind, Ye shall be mouldered in the rotting night, Which is the past whence never future rose; And in your places man, cradled in woes, Sucking the milk of knowledge from despair, Shall hold the earth, inherit the bright air, And with the ancient masters of the world Be equal throned. KRATOS Like that distempered race Whom Zeus and thou, and we, from Heaven hurled, Shall they be throned, and with averted face Mid Stygian sights rule their inheritance. Farewell! BIA Nay, fare thou ill! Accursèd dance Of golden glitter and of silver shower Encircle thee, like wounded eagle pinned Against a foodless crag. KRATOS Feast on thy power! BIA So shalt thou grow more haggard than the wind. KRATOS Monarch of desolation, famine-thinned, Drink up thy memories' encircled cup! BIA Starve till thy very mind be wrinkled up And all thy thought shake like a withered seed. The frost and sun shall find thee still unfreed For ever more. KRATOS Down! down! through gorge and cleft Where winter-ice its rumbling path has reft, Where loosened snow has torn its shining track, Must we descend. BIA The very sky is black! KRATOS 'Tis but the snow that burns upon our sight BIA Where leads the way? KRATOS Yon ridge upon our right. [They disappear.] PROMETHEUS So are they gone. Eternal solitude, Dark spirit of the waste, with comfort rude Be near me now. O vulture-wingèd hour That brought me hither, with what hate indued Was thy fierce onset! Ruthless, with wild power, From cloudless heaven of time thy fury darted; Like eagle hidden in a thunder-shower It fell upon me and with stormswift flight departed To bear me to its eyrie's rocky waste. 'Twas thou that sent it, tyrant hungry-hearted! So may the hour of thy misfortune haste, With poisoned talons rend thy breast asunder! Ah me, vain are my words. Thy throne is placed Above the winds, and in thine hand the thunder Curls up its fiery head. With awe and fear Gods bow before thee, and with stupid wonder Men gape at heaven. The ever-turning year With sun and rain, with growth of leaf, and fall, Marks out the circle of thine empire here, And thou art master, master, over all! Yet one thou canst not tame! I give thee naught Of worship nor of service. Canst thou call These words thy slave? Or canst thou bind my thought Which high o'er earth and under heaven flees, My viewless messenger? Lo, thou hast wrought Thine utmost evil on me, and at ease My courage sits. Shall deathless passion cower, Or fleshless spirit falter to its knees? Ah me! Alone upon this windy tower I watch the crawling sun: so shall he drag His silent course for aye. Lips, lose your power, And tongue, be rooted out! this sleeping crag, These fields of snow and shadow have no speech Ye woven cloths, drop from me, shred and rag, Till I be naked as these rocks. Oh, teach Your fury to me, wind; your sullen state Lend me, ye snows. For I would learn from each Some constancy of passion and of hate To front the ages with unmoving scorn And with my laughter mock the tongue of fate. And ye, bright comrades, thou irradiant morn That with pure silk of pale ethereal blue Hast hung thy deep pavilion, and hast torn The spiderwork of night's malignant hue, And thou who hast a mirror for thine eyes In sea and lake and pool of gathered dew, Be ye compassionate and bend your skies In pity o'er me, send your shining beams Within my heart, new glory to devise. And thou, all hail, who mid thy frozen streams Guardest thy crystal horde, dread snow and cold; From myriad eyes dart not thine angry gleams Against me more. Ye wrinkled crags and old, Draw not your creviced brows in sullen frown. Ye thwarting signs of hidden stars, withhold Your baneful power, and with glad omen crown My yet-unconquered fate. I am as ye! Make me your comrade. When from darkness down The eagle falls with broken wing, when flee Fear-stricken men to cave and shelter frail, And when the winds in anger walk the sea; When overhead the thunder's fiery flail Threshes the heavens' floor, and downward leap The flaming sparks, then riving blast and hail Like you I bear; within my marrow creep The pricking spirits of the cold; my hair Ice-matted stands, and from mine eyelids weep The frozen tears of anguish and despair. Eternal captives, prisoned in the sky, With naked shoulders to the driven air, I am as ye! Dread mountains, am not I Your comrade? Fettered crag and peak, Open your heart, that I may there descry The image of my suffering! Oh, speak; Let me but hear the semblance of a tone, And in its sweet confusion I shall seek An accent of that speech which is mine own. Oh, speak to me, unfriended and alone! VOICES [singing] Mortal flesh come not anear To the sun's dominion! Only spirit wanders here With unearthly pinion. Who would our communion share And our solitude behold, Let him drink of dew and air, Let him eat of sun and cold; Let his fingers dip the frost, Let his lips be bright with snow, Till his earthly soul be lost In the radiant ether-glow, And his spirit wander clear With unearthly pinion. Mortal flesh come not anear To the sun's dominion. PROMETHEUS The air is full of voices, yet mine eye Encounters nothing. Oh, once more, once more, From you melodious fountains in the sky Your hidden stream upon these ridges pour! Silence and solitude! No living thing Darkens the shining waste. Mine ear o'erstrained From its own substance wrought the thing it feigned Was outer song. Sunlight and splendour ring The icy mountains; from the windy snow Whirls up the flame and dances thin and white; Keen arrows pierce mine eyeballs till the glow Within my shuddering brain cleaves sense and sight. Is this but mine own pulse that throbs in pain, This ruddy sky, this streaming wound of light, Or do the heavens, pierced with a dagger, rain Great drops of burning blood across the plain? O clouds, that from the deep horizon raise The banners of your march, haste, haste your way; Spread out your mighty shields, with misty haze Besiege the sun, encircle him with grey, Till from his flaming rampart he retire; O'erwhelm his shining hill in stormy fray, And in his camp quench every hostile fire. Ye come! ye come! ye stream along the day! VOICES [as if from the clouds] Golden god, with dreaming eye, Thou whose thoughts are summer days, Thou to whom the windless sky Sings and trembles in its praise, Thou whose laughter smooths the sea To a deeper sky for thee, Sun-god, master, seated far Where no clinging shadows are, Thou who settest free our feet Out of waterflood and dew, At thy call we come to greet Sky and sea and earth anew. Thou whose fingers from the root Draw the flower and mould the fruit, Lyric god who leads the day Round and round the earth for aye With the voice of hill and plain Laughing, singing, in thy train, Lo, we journey at thy will Up from pool and foggy hill, And we wander, singing still, Till we vanish, song and sight, In the blue expanse of light. PROMETHEUS O music too intense for sound, O ecstasy too high for song! With what magic am I bound, With what motion borne along? Voices sweeter, singing clearer, Born of dew and wrought of light, O'er these ridges, nearer, nearer, Song-impassioned take your flight. THE VOICES Who has bidden us assail Our father the eternal, And with shadows weak and frail Bind the light supernal? On the stairway of the skies Climbing out of sea and plain, At his rising, we arise, At his setting, sink again. PROMETHEUS Have ye breath of spirit's being? Are ye shadowy or fair? Whence departing, whither fleeing Do ye journey upper air? THE VOICES Alone we dwell, austere and high, O'er mead and mountain, sea and wood; We tread the crystal of the sky And dream in sunny solitude. Ours is a treasury deep-stored With golden light of summer noon And glint of midnight silver poured From shining coffers of the moon. The sun has taken earth to bride And wedded her in secrecy, We are the maiden veils that hide Her mystical virginity. PROMETHEUS Yet again with silver voices Sing to me, ye spirits bright, Till my fettered soul rejoices In the freedom of your flight. THE VOICES We are islands in the sea, We are ships upon the air, As the autumn leaves are we Which the flooding rivers bear; We are birds whose restless pinions Speed them over earth's dominions, Eagle-like and all unbidden Searching earth with eager sight, And our nesting-place is hidden Mid the mountains of the night. PROMETHEUS Still let me drink the honeyed song, In sweet of concord let me find A healing joy till swift and strong I break the fetters of my mind, And high above my body's wrong In music's flight leave earth behind! THE VOICES Ever, ever at our prow Breaks the foamless flood of light, And behind us whirls the flow In a radiance pure and bright; On our mighty sails the sun Glistens as on peaks of snow As our waveless course we run O'er the airy flood below. There like fishes swim the birds, And the trees, like ocean-weed Nourishing the deep-sea herds, Are the depths wherein they breed. Hill and valley drift from under, Far the port for which we stand, For the wind with storied wonder Tells us of a distant land, And we journey, seeking ever, Finding never, finding never. PROMETHEUS Blessèd is the course ye steer O'er the ether's sunny mere, Ye that have no unrequited Tyrant foe to bring you care, Where the joyful land is sighted Safe from tempest of despair. THE VOICES Yet our life is black with woes When the stormwind hungry goes. For the sun is like a shepherd Who from dark of rocky den Steals the young of wolf or leopard, Rears it to the ways of men, Mid his sheep Faithful shepherd's watch to keep. For the sun has drawn the wind From the caverns of the sea, Bids him like a sheep-dog mind Clouds upon the shining lea, While he lies Dreaming mid the distant skies. And lo, by the wolf of heaven, Afar from the eye of the sun, We are scattered and driven, In panic we run. Our cries nought avail us, In flight are we banished, And the fangs of the wind assail us Till the last of our flock be vanished. But at night, but at night we assemble Our shattered and fearful ranks; Where moonlight and starlight tremble On river and ocean banks, Where the heavy marshland steams And pools their vapours lift, Where the snow-fed water gleams Through upland gorge and rift, From foam of falling streams And seas where islands drift, We call on the mist and the rain And gather our race again. PROMETHEUS Deceptive speech, delusive sound, Unsaying what it said before, Treading fancy's idle round, Telling rainbow colours o'er; Truth is not within your store. Thoughtless are ye, without end Building your illusions grey; Is the wind your foe or friend, Live ye with the night or day? Now ye whirl in windy play, Now ye blow through craggy rent; Hark the thunder far away Muttering in discontent! THE VOICES Follow! follow! Away! away! From pool and hollow And ocean grey Gather your vapour and misty fold In myriad shape of fancy's form, Blow with the wind, the dark and cold, Gather the lightning and run with the storm. We are the master Of mist and rain, Faster and faster We summon our train With thunder hollow And lightning's play; Follow! oh, follow! Away! away! PROMETHEUS Hark how the thunder through the roofless chasm His rage pursues, and like a blinded bull Prisoned within his stall, in fury's spasm Bellows his anger till the hills are full With echoing madness. Lo, the leaping fire Seeking release from his o'ercharged confine! Rive heaven and earth, ye elements of ire, With splintered stroke, rend, rend these bonds of mine! [A fire-bolt strikes the rock to which PROMETHEUS is bound. Terrific thunder. HERMES stands before PROMETHEUS.] PROMETHEUS Ah, ah! Dread gulf of light, filled deep with sound! Now crumbles earth and sky. HERMES [unmoved mid the tumult] Hail, Titan bound. PROMETHEUS What art thou, that canst ride the unbridled flame And walk the ridgeless air? HERMES From heaven I came; Within the lightning's hollow wake I trod, Borne by the rush of air. PROMETHEUS Thou slave of God, I know thee well. What torment brings thee here? HERMES The word of him who master is of men And ruler mid the gods PROMETHEUS The hoary year, Long dispossessed, shall drag him down again To timeless ruin. Go thy way, and mourn. HERMES There limps no sorrow to the cloudy halls Where sit the feasting gods. PROMETHEUS Aye, ye have borne A tyrant's rule, and cringing at his doors For food, have called each other blest! Behold, O sun, a beggars' rabble throned on gold, Ruling thy shining world! HERMES Enough! thy tongue Sweats with thy body's bitter pain. I bear Heart's-ease and balm of healing pardon wrung From unrelenting anger. PROMETHEUS O despair! Is not his hate enough? must Zeus expend His mockery upon me? HERMES Hear me to the end. Free art thou, free! from every bond released, Master of earth, welcome in Heaven's feast, Throned at the hand of Zeus, or left or right. PROMETHEUS O noble foe, forgiving in his might; How other than I thought, his spirit shows With justice and with mercy. Break, ye chains! I shall be free as every cloud that blows, Unfettered as the surging sea. HERMES Yet reigns O'er thy release a little thing, a word Which thou must speak. PROMETHEUS Now draws the subtle net! O thou deceptive messenger, I see Within thine eyes the glint of cunning set, And know thee what thou art. Hence, hence from me, Lest with a Titan's strength I snap my bands And crush thee with these anger-twitching hands. HERMES How canst thou hate what thou not yet hast heard? PROMETHEUS So grows the web of reason from a point And spreads new circles, each as firm and fair As those wherefrom they hang in perfect joint. I break the thread before the web is spun And blow its cunning wide across the air. HERMES Tell me, how art thou friended with the sun? PROMETHEUS As night to day, as snow to April thaw. HERMES How farest thou on this pavilioned plain Of shining crystal? PROMETHEUS With its splintered claw Cold rends my body. HERMES What of frost and rain And what of winter when the summer flies? PROMETHEUS O pain eternal! HERMES Can thy thought surmise A thousand years? What of unending time, Sorrow that knows no hope, body and brain Discordant on the scrannel-reed of pain, Thy staring eyes fixed on this wretched mime Of day and night, of season and of year? Hast thou no thought of this? hast thou no fear PROMETHEUS Look down through yonder dizzy rift of stone. What seest thou? HERMES Blue waters without wind. PROMETHEUS What else? HERMES Green meadow-land, broad acres PROMETHEUS Sown With yellow grain What else? HERMES Dark forest PROMETHEUS Thinned With ringing axe. What dwells there? HERMES Pine and oak There spread their shadow, and in sheltered den Live wolf and fox. PROMETHEUS There dwells the race of men! Canst thou not see the wraiths of curling smoke Like prayer uprising to th' eternal skies? HERMES Thou gazest with thy heart, not with thine eyes! A wretched race, with cunning and with power, There breeds and slays, there travails through its hour Of toil and pain, and like a shadow flies, Blown by the wind. For not by wisdom's might, But by the lust of bodies, they endure. Of sun and star they know not; for, impure, They fear the deep serenity of light. PROMETHEUS O noble race of gods, whose rule abhors All lust and hate, yet lives not long without! Lust like a beggar crouching at your doors Waits every coming-in and going-out Of your distempered councils; at your feasts, False hatred floats within the honied wine. Do men, down-weighed with heritage of beasts, Bring rude offence within your nostrils fine? Turn back thine eyes on heaven with vision just! War looks on Love, Love looks on War, and lust Comes like a child of evil thought, and drags Their sacred bodies to a hot embrace. Wouldst ask me why, upon these awful crags, I front eternal torment? In thy face I cast mine answer: that yon mystic race Unfold its wisdom, and from sorrow rise To greater splendour than these morning skies. Then shall the gods be sought in heaven no more; For greater gods than ye shall come to birth. HERMES O foolish in thine all-fantastic lore, Heaven is not made with thousand years of earth! PROMETHEUS From earth come all things. Are not scent and hue Within a darkling grain year-long amassed? So lies the future folded in the past: Come, prophesy the flower from such a root, Show me the stem, and augur me the fruit! Only the Sun and Earth and I foreknow the last. HERMES Farewell the level beam of judgement true When dreams and visions in the scale are cast. Yet, greater is the weight that I shall fix Against thy folly. PROMETHEUS Worse ye cannot do. Tho' all the gloomy tortures of the Styx Ye hang upon my body, I shall bear All this for man. HERMES Thy body? nay, not there God's counterpoise. Art thou not spirit, too? PROMETHEUS What threat of unknown torment lurks behind? HERMES Eternal vision, racking deep thy mind: To see, and yet be impotent to do. PROMETHEUS So am I now, of all save sight bereft, In impotence of iron-banded limbs. HERMES Aye, sight of ridge and rock, of glacier cleft, And fold of ice wherein sea-azure swims, Black cliffs amid the snow like evil scars, The sun by day, at night the walking stars Upon their dizzy parapet; all these Are but the body's sight, that grossly sees. There is a vision not of eye alone. PROMETHEUS Read me thy riddle. HERMES On a windy throne Above the clouded peak of northern snows, Where deep in Tempe's vale Peneus flows, Sits Zeus, the all-beholding. PROMETHEUS Who upraised That vision-seat for all the world? HERMES What sight, Tho' cloud-embowered, could grasp all earth aright, From such a pinnacle be unamazed By light and shadow of a thousand lands? PROMETHEUS Where winds the mazy river of thy speech? HERMES To the broad sea and unobstructed sands: There is a vision not of eye alone. PROMETHEUS I need but ears to hear, and I have heard. HERMES Yet have thy ears not sifted fine the word. PROMETHEUS Make not thy learning long, if thou wouldst teach. HERMES There is a vision not of eye alone. Tho' closed thy lids, with slumber overgrown, Thy mind shall see, and see with lidless sight All earth and ocean, men and deeds of men, PROMETHEUS O blessèd gift! HERMES The travail of the night, The sorrow when the morning comes again, The sweating limbs, the aching toil, the hate Which sharpens knives for murder, thou shalt see; And in thy seeing mockery shall wait: This is my threat, if thou obey not me! PROMETHEUS Scarce would the shallow fool thy tenet mark, To fear new knowledge for an evil grace. HERMES Blind men, who dwell their lives in dread and dark, Shall be thine envy. Ever shalt thou turn Tear-piteous sight toward heaven's most holy place And pray yon sun with sulphured flame to burn This earth to char of ashes; thou shalt cry The ocean's flood, to rise with gulf and pit Of yawning water o'er these utmost hills, And make one level passage with the sky. PROMETHEUS With gladness new my captive body fills, And swells as winter-seed with April rain. HERMES Alas, thine evil folly mends no whit. Thy future years are darnelled with despair. Yet mark me PROMETHEUS Go! The folded ether-stair Awaits thy wingèd feet. HERMES Mad Titan, scan Thy wilful deed! unending years of pain For thee PROMETHEUS For me. Eternal life for man! HERMES Now shalt thou choose. Thus says the highest god: 'Give back what thou hast taken, aid me to destroy, Give earth a nobler nation, free the cumbered sod; Else shalt thou learn new torment, bitter vision's joy, To see, as I, all lands, and men and all men's thought, Bound with eternal bands, in agony of wrong, To watch thy foolish plan unfashioned and distraught, And all thy hopes of man a trifle and a song.' Now shalt thou choose: eternal pain or power Is in the choice. Give back God's pledgèd gift, Else woe, thrice woe!and in this selfsame hour Shalt thou be free. PROMETHEUS I heed thee not. HERMES Then lift Thine eyes to heaven, far up in clearest height To search for omen new. PROMETHEUS Against the light Naught moves within the blue. HERMES Again behold. PROMETHEUS Across the disk of sun, dark on the gold, There moved a speck, a mote. HERMES Now in the blue It grows and grows, a tiny point PROMETHEUS Now seems Yet nearer grown, HERMES And now more plain anew PROMETHEUS Larger it seems, yet would a grain of sand Its circle hide. HERMES This is the gift of God; This is the pain wherewith he breaks thy might Till like the autumn leaf within the sod Thy withered hope is trampled out of sight. Not thunder-flame, nor ring of sulphured steel, But other torment, fearful, shalt thou feel. Take better counsel! Even now repent, And ere the leopard-footed hope depart, Give God his promise, and relent. PROMETHEUS Relent? How little dost thou know of what I do! The fallen waters of the firmament Canst thou recall, or shape the Spring anew? A thousand years for me are but as one, And in that time I live. HERMES O fool! there shares A comrade with thee all thy thousand years, Who even now from distant eyrie nears And out of heaven greets thee unawares PROMETHEUS A bird, an eagle sinking from the sun, With wings unmoving, downward and still down! HERMES This is thy speck, thy mote, thy circle brown, Thy grain of sand, that henceforth in thine eyes Shall lodge unwelcome PROMETHEUS Wherefore is he sent? HERMES To give thee vision of earth's discontent, The misery of man, the failure stark Of all thy dreams and of that vain surmise Whence thou didst fashion futures in the dark. PROMETHEUS O folly of the gods! have eagles wit Save for the flocks that graze the mountain grass And for the hares that like grey shadows pass Fear-drawn? HERMES Yet two did on God's shoulder sit, And from their eyes the flame of sight was hurled Eastward and westward: by that light he sees. Now he hath one, and thou hast one of these. PROMETHEUS So am I made joint ruler of the world, And these white hills shall like Olympus lie! HERMES Yea, now is Knowledge equal-throned with Power, And woe, thrice woe, to earth in that same hour; For grief shall come of this. Not thou, but Pain Shall be true king.... My task is done, and I To mine ethereal mansion shall return, in vain From golden floors departed to these snows. PROMETHEUS Lo, like the running feet of fire he goes, Which herdsmen on the hills arouse. And lo, the eagle perched above my brows, The bearer of new woes! O soul, O soul, O prisoned child Within me, how thy feet are fain By waters dim and uplands wild To wander with the sun and rain And where the shadows on the grain Like children in their play Down-running to the windy main Follow away, away. O soul, how art thou prisoned in, With thought still dreaming on its star, A wolf whose foot in iron gin Is trapped,and lo, afar He knows the hunting trails begin That lead away, away To waters where the grey deer are And where the otters play; And all about him laugh the leaves And overhead the squirrels run, And in his tongueless heart he grieves And looks with longing on the sun; Across his back the ruffling breeze Blows softly; on the distant hill The shadows and the birds he sees; Dim odours all the forest fill, He drags with new desire; And in his foot the living fire Bids him be still, be still. O soul, O soul, O prisoned child, By waters dim and uplands wild How like the wolf across the moor Thy roaming feet would run, And following the rainbow spoor Track homeward to the sun! Bare and wild, the frozen mountains, Motionless the summer air; Only echo of far fountains Breaks the silence of despair, And the sun upon the cold Like a Maenad on the hills Flashing white, with waving arms, Careless of her frenzied charms, Dances swift and lithe and bold Till the mountain stirs and thrills. Ah, the sorrow which is silence chill, The grieving which is thought, And solitude, the master ill Whereof my life is wrought! Is no one nigh to heal my wrong? Have earth and sky abandoned me? Where are those spirits sweet whom erst I found? I call you forth, ye slaves of song, With phantom voice of melody, With broken colours and with woven sound. VOICES As the wind in drooping sail When the weary rowers fail Drives unseen the vessel homeward, rich with freight of foreign bail, As the crescent moon which guides From afar the ocean tides And unmarked within the heaven, safe in western haven rides, We shall swell thy drooping wrong With the magic winds of song, Lead thy spirit's stormy ocean as the moon the tides along; We are masters of a boon Mightier than the wind or moon; With our laughter and our singing we shall fill the summer noon. As the sun awakes the rose, As the moonlit river flows, As the quiet breath of evening in an empty garden blows, As the rain on meadow-drouth Is the speech within our mouth, Such as to the gathered swallows comes the murmur of the South. PROMETHEUS O ye with voices swift and strong As the deep voices of the sea, High hills I view, and valleys long, Sunlight and snow; yet where are ye? THE VOICES Where is the dew ere the sun be dwindled, Ere deep in the wood the night-birds call And dusk rides fast on the air? Where is the star ere its flame be kindled, Ere long in the grass the shadows fall? Where are the waves of the windless sea? Even there, even there, O Titan are we. We are dew, we are wave, we are star, Ere ever as water and light On the earth, on the sea, in the skies afar They are fashioned for earthly sight. PROMETHEUS What would ye of me that ye sing Such enchanted spells As alone from April spring When the mist is on the dells And in heart of living thing Love, the resurrected, dwells? THE VOICES No longer lead thine eyes, To drink of earthly sight, But guide them upward to the skies, The watersprings of light. Here is joy and here is laughter And no grieving follows after; Heavy-winged is sorrow's flight, Hither shall it never rise From our joy to borrow; Or, if once its wings were kissed By the shining lips of day, Struggling from the nether mist It would lose its earthly way And no more be sorrow. Is it love that fetters thee To that murky isle of earth Beaten by the stormy sea With the rainy winds for girth? Love's true ocean is the air And the stars its waiting isles; Here alone is beauty fair, Here alone enchantment smiles: Leave thy helpless love for men, Heaven calls thee back again! Look no more, oh, look no more On that sorrow-beaten shore; Turn thine eyes on blowing seas, Heaven's blue immensities Where the cloud-foam shimmers white On the verge of endless light! PROMETHEUS False spirits, sing no more. Your darting flight, like evening swallow Along an insect-haunted shore, Lures me to follow; Yet sing no more, no more, False is your song, and hollow. Who calls me now? what wingèd voice Floating unseen With wind-swept sighing and clear tones serene Mocks at my earthly choice? SONG [from above] Fantasy, fantasy, sprite of the air, I am she that is wrought of the sun and the mist; Follow me now in the rift of the air, I that am sweet, I that am fair, Come with me, drink of the sun and the mist! Immortal art thou, come thou up, come up; Leave the dregs of thine earthy cup; Look no more on the race of despair; Let thine eyes by the stars be kissed; I that am sweet, I that am fair, Come with me, drink of the sun and the mist! PROMETHEUS Temptress with false heart and tongue, Thou wouldst draw me to thy lair, With thine arms about me flung All thy lustful charm declare. They that have not fleshly grace Lure with spirit's star-lit face; Soul's enticement they would spread In the body-passion's stead. Woe for them who thus are bound, Whom fantastic dreams delight, They shall rove delusion's round Lost 'twixt evenfall and night. Leave me, leave me! I would see Only earth's reality. THE SAME VOICE Fool, content thee with thy folly! Gaze on earth, the real, the true, Till the mist of melancholy Fill thine eyes and blind thy view. Look before thee: thou shalt see Earth in its reality. PROMETHEUS Wander forth, thou inner vision, Over earth afar; Heed not these nor their derision They are but as shadows are. Wander, inner vision, wander, Like a boat on windless stream, Or as on the slow Meander Floating leaves are seaward drawn, Or as in a summer dream Drowsy thoughts drift toward the dawn. Like the listless breath of air When the shrill cicadas sing, Like the vulture wide of wing On his secret stair Winding up to height serene, Floating, no man's eye knows where, Seeing, but himself unseen, So be thou, bright vision,borne Like the earliest ray of morn Which the sun before him throws Out of lowlands dank and dim, Lighting on earth's other rim Crest of far Caucasian snows. A VOICE Tell me, for I fain would know, What thine eye encountereth. PROMETHEUS Secret shadows drift and roam Far above me, and below. THE VOICE So in hell's unlighted home Driven by the windy breath Whirl the shades of men departed, Heroes sad and empty-hearted In the idle house of death. PROMETHEUS Of the dead wouldst thou remind me Who in endless grieving dwell? With their memory wouldst thou bind me, That with sorrow and misgiving I should see, behind the living, Open black the gates of hell? Close thy raven-throated speech! THE VOICE Dost thou fear me, lest I teach All too soon what thou shalt know From the bitter earth below? Spirits, lift your vapours dark From the sunlit plain. Come to greet thee, Titan, hark, Trills and sings the meadow-lark: Sunlight pierces through the rain! Tell me, for I fain would know, What thine eye encountereth. PROMETHEUS Swaying blossoms bend and blow To the wind's enchanted breath. One by one the hills appear, And one by one the vales expand With field and river-folded sand, Now far and wide the skies are clear. [With ever increasing rapture] Ah, this is earth, ah, this is earth, This wonderland of green, 'Tis here the springtime hath its birth And here true love is seen. This meadow laughs with red and gold, This shining sky is blue; From yonder thicket uncontrolled A prophet sings anew. And insects dart, and beetles fly With shimmering wings of grey, O blessèd land beneath the sky, Earth and the fields of day! Was ever ought so fair as earth, Was ever ought so free? In all the starry heaven's girth Dwells no such ecstasy; Where fishes swim in every stream, In every tree a bird hath nest, And dancing flowers wave and gleam Each as it chooseth best. O thou all-fruitful mother Earth, What lovers hast thou wrought, That these thy children bring to birth Unbidden and unsought Each in his secret kind and place Still others of the selfsame race To fly and crawl and swim, and praise Life and the mystic length of days! Hark, how the woods, the dark, the still With choir of singing voices fill, Song mixed with sunlight! Soft of foot The fawns that dance on dappled shade Through tender growth of green invade And browse the ivy to the root. Beyond the sunlit forest lanes On open meadow stalk the cranes With nodding head and lifted feet; And out of oozy swirl and marsh Peer gloating eyes, and voices harsh Croak their contentment of the heat. In yonder sand amid the grass The lizard, clad in shining coat Of emerald and clouded brass, A jewel of light, unwinking dreams. The breath that swells his tiny throat Alone unmakes him what he seems THE VOICE Come, let me lead thee! PROMETHEUS Whither wouldst thou guide me? THE VOICE Mark yonder flowers. PROMETHEUS A garden 'tis, beside me. THE VOICE Look as I bid thee! mark yon cluster bright. Above it, see, a suitor's aimless flight; Yon moth, with pattern gorgeous and undreamed, Rose from a sombre tomb all silken-seamed; Mark how he flutters upward through the air. Watch, watch him well! Lo, what a sweep and swerve Hath yonder swallow! what a flashing curve Of wings,and yonder mothis where? [A gust of wind passes, like spirit laughter. Voices sing from earth and air.] SONG Come, with sweet and airy laughter Mock the woodland deer, Lure him till he follow after Where the leopard crouches near. Black and shadowy and cool Lies the hidden forest pool; Thither steals the timid fawn, Thither steals the leopard wary; Mock the victim, deathward drawn By our laughter, sweet and airy. ANOTHER VOICE I have led the birds in June Where on yonder pine Breaks the hanging worm's cocoon To a living moving line. In slow pilgrimage to seek Luscious leaf, their march is wended: To the waiting birds I speak And the pilgrimage is ended. Then on whirling wings I rise To the falcon in the skies, And I tell him of the flocks, Of the lambs new-born. Or I guide the skulking fox Through the dews of early morn. Bleating cries and scattered brood Fill my ever-changing mood: High upon the nested rocks Bleeds the victim, dead and torn A THIRD VOICE To the hound I blow the scent Of the fleeing hare; From his winter's warm content I arouse the haggard bear, Lead him to despoil the bees, Or the nested ant disclose; Then I dance and from the trees Shake the blossoms in the breeze, Tear the petals from the rose. CONFUSED MULTITUDE OF VOICES Midge and gnat and worm and fly, Ere the Even ye shall die; Moth, farewell thy painted wing, Sparrow, wherefore dost thou sing? Ere the owl begin his cry, Bird and beetle, ye shall die. Wolf, thou art not strong of limb, Flee, thy fellow-wolf shall tear thee; Fish, thou wonder-swift to swim, Net and hidden cord shall snare thee; Panther, wild and sure and grim, Hunter's shoulder soon shall wear thee. Hide, ye beasts, in sunless lair; Under earth or high in air Seek to vanishwe are near, Death and fear! death and fear! PROMETHEUS Awful creation! that which thou hast made Doth rend itself asunder; with devouring brain It gloats on murder and the screaming pain Of its own victim torn and flayed. Yea, whereso'er I turn apart The selfsame spectre-hand of death Gripes at the terror-stricken heart And throttles the last sobbing breath. Mine ears are broken with the cries Of life that unoffending dies And, without speech, doth worse than speak, Gathers its fear within its eyes And all its torment in a shriek! [Unrestrained laughter from every side.] PROMETHEUS Why shines the sky, so calm, so clear, As tho' no grief were, no, nor pain? Were I the spirit of yon sphere I should not smile, so calm, so bright, But I should veil with cloud and rain This earth for ever from my sight! O dying glance and breaking eyes Of stricken beast and hunted bird, Are ye unseen? your wounded cries Are they unheard? Hath this great world no heart! And Earth, the mother, she that bore you, Hath she no pity for you? No, no; she laughs when ye depart, Knowing that other children lie Unformed within her, that her breast Shall nourish others when ye die: Th' unborn she lovesforgets the rest! Poor woful lives! poor tragic race! Oh, I can bear no more to look Upon your fearful picture-book; But pass, and turn my face! And now mine eyes are borne along As flies a tempest-driven cloud, And on my tortured vision throng The earth's bewildered crowd Of drifting shadow, wind, and height Where hurls the sun through rainy shroud His shattered rift of light. And are these men, these crawling motes Within the sunbeam of the day, This whirl of gathered dust that floats Dimly across my cloud-built way? THE VOICE Nearer let thy vision stray. PROMETHEUS Myriad forms I see, and faces, Temples and halls and market-places, Roof and gable, stall and shrine, With cunning built, with wisdom bordered, And all with foresight planned and ordered: Man's work, man's mastery,and mine! THE VOICE Come, let me lead thee! PROMETHEUS Whither wouldst thou guide me? I fear thy friendship; 'tis but to deride me. THE VOICE Tell me, what dost thou see? PROMETHEUS By rocky coast I see the fishers straining at the net, And overhead, with hungry cries, a host Of waiting sea-birds where the ships are met; Mid drifting shower across the rainy north I watch the sluggish harvest creeping forth, And on the southern threshing-floors I see Mid-summer dances and festivity. THE VOICE Look inland from the beaten shore. What says thy vision unto thee? PROMETHEUS In ivy'd cave and sunless gorges The mountain people work their ore. Amid the light of flaming forges The molten metals seethe and pour. The falling hammers clang and smite, The naked bodies glow with light; Leaning above the crimson heat, The swinging smiths their iron beat. THE VOICE In pillared house and chambered room, Tell me, what doth thy vision greet? PROMETHEUS By smouldering hearth, by fire-lit gloom The spinning women tell their tale, And as the shuttle threads the loom They sing old loves that never fail; And gaping children, hushed and round of eye, Learn magic lore of islands in the sky, Fantastic castles bright with beast and bird, And wizardry too fearful to be heard. THE VOICE Thyself, at heart, thou art but as a child! With thoughtless fancy clutching at the show Of outward Seeming, still untaught to know The inner hatred and the passion wild. Look yonder! Sunlight and the glint of arms, And gathering men aroused by loud alarms: Now dins the shield, now clangs the buckled sword, From forge and treasury the shining hord Of link and chain and iron-welded form Engirds the warrior. Altars blaze and flare, And singing women lead the victim warm, To bleed his life out to th' unseeing air. They march, they march! Sunlight and glint of steel, Where yonder from the heights and wooded hills Down-runs the battle fray PROMETHEUS The dayshine fills With shouting, with the stroke and counter reel Of men no longer men. THE VOICE Lift up thine eyes. Now look again PROMETHEUS The wounded! THE VOICE And the cries Of those who fight their final battle now, With pain, with death. PROMETHEUS On tortured mouth and brow I read the victor THE VOICE Some have fled the moil; Yet they return, the dying to despoil, To tear the sword from its own master's hilt And plunge it in the heart of him who wore it. Carnage and pillage! look, the red blood spilt Mirrors with purple hue the heaven o'er it. Triumph and victory! and ere their hand is stayed, Women will slay their children, and the maid Will take the sword within her arms, and wed, Rather than these, the grave's grey marriage bed Before them harvest-field and village lie, Behind them whirls the smoke across the sky; And wheresoe'er they march, behind them go The raw-necked vulture and the carrion crow. O splendid race of man! thou earth, be proud Of this thy child; ye mighty gods, be bowed, These are your votaries! PROMETHEUS Still, still! be still!! Lest I should curse the land, the sea, the air, And with my piteous accusation fill The firmament, with finger of despair Pluck out the sun from heaven! [Renewed laughter and singing.] SONG Call the wolf who hunts alone, Guide the prowling beast of night; Where the wounded cry and groan Comes the raven in his flight. These were men for battle burning, These, your masters, strong and cunning; Ere their wives see them returning From the sombre battle plain, Ye shall know where they are lain By red rivers running. Spirits, would ye waste the land, Tread the corn and spill the sack, To the roof-tree set the brand, Blow the spark in rick and stack, Hurl destruction black before you? Spirits, laugh and stay your hand, Man hath done it for you! PROMETHEUS Nay, forbear! This is the fault and failure of the hour, The storm between the sunshine. Judge the sea Not by its winter turmoil and wild power, But by its summer sweet tranquillity. And man I will not judge by his misdoing, But by his virtue, by his love renewing Of peace amid the land, good deeds and truth, Knowledge in eld, and mighty dreams in youth. THE VOICE Then leave this reign of strife: beyond its border The swords are rusted, the stout bows are snapped, And men and women, free from war's disorder, Walk boldly. 'Tis the law's strong mantle wrapped Around their naked fear, that keeps them warm. What seest thou? PROMETHEUS A city wet with storm; Three men with stealthy naked feet Amid the windings of a street; A secret portal in a wall That opens to their knock. They enter in a lampless hall; And hark, from towers over all, The watchers cry the clock. THE VOICE The king hath heard: from council late He lifts his head; the day is o'er. 'The hour: and dreams mine eyelids wait. To-morrow keeps the world from war.' What seest thou? PROMETHEUS Unto his rest He enters on that lampless hall; The daggers flash across his breast; Unto eternal dreams those eyelids fall. THE VOICE Come, leave this land of ill: beyond its border There is a land no princes rule above, But there each man is his own virtue's warder And lives, they say, in brotherhood of love. What seest thou? PROMETHEUS A forest and a field Wherein a garden grows, where trees, that yield Fruit in their autumn, shade a quiet farm. THE VOICE Man's heart is fed with vengeance and with wrath. Watch well what here befalls. PROMETHEUS From forest path A woman crosses through the field. THE VOICE What harm Hath she ere done? Yet is she marked for hate. PROMETHEUS Singing she passes through the open gate No, no! I see within! THE VOICE What! hast thou tears For earthly sorrows and for human fears? What canst thou see to move thee? PROMETHEUS Children twain, Two tiny bodies, by the threshold lie; Blood stains the floor, the blood of children slain, O mother, mother, hush that dreadful cry! THE VOICE Before the stars are come, of grief she too shall die. PROMETHEUS No, no; not yet will I renounce my heart. Malignant voice, this is thy wicked part That leads mine eyes in search of death and sin, That hides the thousand virtuous and shows The one offender. THE VOICE Look! a city grows Before thee: here are thousands. Enter in. PROMETHEUS Stop! stop! this is more fearful still, this mart Of senseless streets and people without heart. Yon is not smoke that hangs upon the air, But man's own spirit drifting in despair. Ah, what a wail is this which mothers cry, 'Our men are broken and our children die!' With faces bowed between their hands, they weep, Or, having lost the very gift of tears, Too wretched to lament, too worn by fears To search for hope, dully they wake and sleep. THE VOICE Each morning with grey eyes men curse the sun, Each even when the fearful day is done Weary they sink upon their hovel's floor, Too tired to curse, too weak to struggle more. And women whose fair bodies love's delight Should wreath with worship and with singing crown Sit hollow-eyed before the doors of night And beg their children's food, or, childless, drown. Here deep disease hath eaten out the mind With hollow hunger for a needless wealth; For gold they sell their thought, their sight, their health, And clasp a treasure, broken-bodied, blind. PROMETHEUS Blind? Yea, would Fate I too were blind indeed, Blind without light or vision! blind, and freed From all yon torment of mis-shapen grief. I would that man were as a withered leaf And I the stormwind blowing toward the sea! THE VOICE Close up thine eyes, so shalt thou straight be free ANOTHER VOICE Pinioned upon thy shattered ridge of cold, Thou art alone; the mountains as of old Encircle thee. PROMETHEUS O wild ravine and glen, Ye empty ways, ye cities void of men, With icy tower and crested roof of snow, Fields without flower, and hanging crystal caves That house nor beast nor hunter; glacier flow And seas of ice that hide within your waves No piteous life; ye solitudes of death; I from the anguish of all living breath Greet you again. Hail, Silence ether-stilled, And thou ungrieving sun who with the stars Circle the vault of night, where nothing mars Your perfect round of cycles self-fulfilled. THE VOICE Yon sleepless messenger of God's despite Holds yet his watch above thee, with his sight To torture thee till thou repentant fall Before the will of him who conquers all If thee he conquer. PROMETHEUS O despair, despair, Shut up thine house on earth and dwell with me; Summon remorse and anguish, hate, and care, To feast upon my vitals, dip their beak Within the bowels of my misfortune, that shall be Each day renewed lest that unholy feast Have end. God of the healing sunlight,speak! Canst thou not lay some comfort on my heart? A VOICE Never and never shalt thou be released, Till all the ages shall fulfil their part, Till all the garments of the earth are dust, Till sun and star are eaten out with rust, And from the crumbled sky the weeds of ruin start. A NEW VOICE Afar, afar, a mortal spirit nears. AN ANSWERING VOICE Toward this unearthly place how can she climb? THE FIRST VOICE Some god hath wrought it, as a pilot steers A driven vessel toward a port unknown. THE SECOND VOICE Wild are her eyes as is the face of crime: Upward she labours as a cloud is blown. THE FIRST VOICE Like the wraith start of wind amid dead leaves She climbs the air, or like the sweeping gust Which feathers April pools with sudden flutter And on the road whirls goblin shapes of dust. THE SECOND VOICE No speech of men her frenzied tongue can utter. THE FIRST VOICE Yet in her heart more bitterly she grieves. PROMETHEUS Maiden or woman, who art thou that nears? THE SECOND VOICE Madness upon her hath unholy power. PROMETHEUS Thou art too far from earth for earthly fears. Peace, peace! what art thou? IO A forsaken flower Torn from the stem and harried down the skies; A star at morning driven by the sun; The shadow of an eagle when he flies. PROMETHEUS Here rest thee. IO Where the eyeless storm-winds run, Dark brothers with clasped hands and naked feet, There sped I shrieking, terror's empty cloak Wrapped like an airless mantle on my head. PROMETHEUS Wild spirit, rest thee. IO Like the driven sleet Along bare hills, like rain-uprooted oak Flung down a winter chasm, so I fled. PROMETHEUS Here shalt thou pause. IO Not here! PROMETHEUS What fearful flight Still trembles o'er thee? IO Ah, the pain, the fire! Now flare the torches, now in mad desire He comes, the bridegroom on his marriage night! PROMETHEUS O fear-drawn eyes, drag not so fierce your sight Hither and thither. Here no wild-wood beast The hunters follow, here no hounds pursue; The day-star comes untroubled from his East Upon these hills, to hold all earth in view; Here live the quiet spirits of the snow, Here move unharmed, their white dominion through, And know not man's unrest, so far, so far below. IO O striving breath, O stricken limbs, O heart Wild as the north sea-tempest, O mad vision Goading me onward with a god's derision, O memory and fear, depart, depart! PROMETHEUS Lo, they are fled. O face more lovely drawn Than over Asia's mountain steps the moon, O feet and hands like the rose touch of dawn, O eyes like stars in the soft night of June; Come hither, oh, come hither, rest thee here, Be no more troubled; let me drive thy fear Like birds that break a garden's quiet gloom. O flower of flowers the fairest, raise thy head: The noisome birds are flown, and in their stead I come to wander near thy fragrant bloom. IO Inviolate peace, thou of the rainbow height, Send down on me thy silver cloud of calm And wrap me safe! PROMETHEUS O thou than snow more white, Thou art the bowl wherefrom the sun-god drinks When weary of the sky to earth he sinks And mends his fires against to-morrow's light Lo, how he kisses thee! IO O thou all-healing balm, Clear light of day, sun, and the deep of blue, With thy bright splendour I am clothed anew, And fallen from me is all earthly scorn, As one who, bathing, sets aside her gown, Her earthly gown, her grey and soiled and torn. Unto the waiting water steps she down And clothes herself in crystal of the sea; O joyful light, so am I clothed with thee! PROMETHEUS What sorrow brought thee hither in such wise, What mortal longing for immortal peace? IO I was a maiden once, with maiden eyes Loving the olive-planted vales of Greece. PROMETHEUS Fair was thy home. IO My fatherland was there, The light and colour of unclouded dreams, Clear hills, and valleys broken with wild streams In winter, and in summer still and bare. Ah, the sweet-scented thyme, the holly dark Mingled with lighter green! Sweet land, mine own, Shall I e'er see thee more? There was I born And there through girlhood to a maiden grown I lived at peace. Thence was I ruthless torn. PROMETHEUS By man? IO Through god. Hearken the tale forlorn. Upon a day, I stood alone, at gaze Across the plain of Argos to the sea, And suddenly a shadow crossed my ways, Cast by no earthly shape: the sky, the hill Were empty; man nor ploughing ox were seen; No sound, except the far cicada shrill, Echoed the summer heat; yet on my heart Some one had laid a finger. With wild start Backward I sprang: the olives, grey on green, Spread downward through the plain and touched the sea: Naught else. That Even, in my quiet room I lay in bed, and sudden on my mouth Fell burning kisses, and about me flung Were arms of passion. From the bed I sprung: Only the shadows mocked me in the gloom, And, through the window, in the shining South The silver moonlight wandered on the sea: Naught else. Yet, day and night, a pleading speech About me hung, and things no mothers teach I knew and longed for. 'Twas some malady, Some god-sent evil. All was changed: no more I loved the olives shimmering in the sun, The glimpse of sea that met the sandy shore, The Mantinean hills that hunters shun Lest they should meet a maiden goddess there, Mycenae crumbling on its hill-top bare; All sights and sounds of my familiar life Pricked me to hatred, roused me unto strife. Thenall one night I dreamed. Within his arms A god's strong body held me: oh, the fire That leapt within my blood, the maddened charms Of kisses and of mutual desire! All these I dreamed, and, waking, woke alone. Straightway I told my mother, she my father told. Meseemed that Argos had a hundred eyes Thenceforth to guard me round; by hearth and fold Ever they watched me; by each tree and stone Some spying slave my footstep would surprise. I know no more to tell thee. Hill and vale Have fled behind me, stream and snowy range Have I o'erpassed; by frozen races pale My frenzy drove me, and by cities strange At midnight have I wandered. In my breast An unknown passion will not let me rest. But thou, what man art thou? what fearful hate Has fettered thee against the gaping crag, To die of hunger and of cold? PROMETHEUS 'Tis Fate And Zeus the Thunderer, who deathward drag A soul that cannot die. IO Art thou a god, Banned from Olympus? PROMETHEUS Let the Olympians nod Above their cups: their feast I would not share! IO And dost thou suffer? PROMETHEUS More than I can bear. IO I pity thee. PROMETHEUS Thou art the first to give, Of all that under sun and planet live, This gift of pity. It hath ne'er come nigh These eyries that the very wind defy. IO Poor sufferer, does no one visit thee, No god steal down from heaven, with nectared cup Beneath his chlamys hid, to bring thee word Of thy lost comrades feasting in the sky? PROMETHEUS Snow-bitten speech of counsel have I heard And threats more gloomy than a winter sea; But all their friendship have they gathered up. Only yon eagle bides with me. His friend Is solitude, his only speech a cry Above unpeopled rocks. IO Ah, could I rend These bonds of steel, or shake this frozen tower, How soon shouldst thou be free! PROMETHEUS A mightier power Is thine for freedom. Come thou near, more near: The winter trembles to behold thee here. IO How cold thou art. Thy very hands have lost The fire that smoulders in immortal veins. PROMETHEUS It wakes again. The pangs of snow and frost Have found no triumph. In thy mirrored eyes Old memories rest, sun-beaten Argos lies With all its heat, and Greece, the ageless, gains Another lover. IO 'Tis my ancient dream, The world of shadows risen from the night! PROMETHEUS Up out of sorrow trembles my delight, As through the ice about a frozen stream The prisoned reeds still tremble in the air. IO And can a mortal to immortals hold Such pleasure as they crave? PROMETHEUS A thousand fold; For, in the earthly, heaven hath left its mark; And thou, sweet maiden, with thy windy hair Across thy naked shoulder flowing dark, To me art fairer far than is the gold That girds the waist of Aphrodite round; And brighter than the breast which gods scarce dare To look upon lest they by love be bound, Is this thy body. IO Strong art thou and bright As comes Apollo o'er Arcadian height To slay the flocks for failing sacrifice. PROMETHEUS Thou radiant life among the tombs of ice, Thou spirit mid the dead, with clinging lips Suck out death's poison from my soul; sweet hand, Pluck out my grief. As sun the glacier thaws Until with broken thunder-cry it slips From fold and crag, and leaves the mountain bare, Thou burning body, melt my cold despair! IO Unto thine arms some reckless passion draws Me helpless on! 'Twas thou whom all unknown In distant Argos where I lay alone Dreaming I yearned for; thou, for whose desire On desert ways my feet have searched the land Where burns the blood-red sun and with his fire Dries up the stagnant rivers into sand. PROMETHEUS Love, seed and flower of all eternal things, Thou rose of heaven that blossoms on the earth And makes a garden wheresoe'er it springs, Mysterious love, what praise can give thee worth? For men thou art the glamour hid in gold, The staff in power, the hope in honour lain; Without thee princes shiver; and the old, Who have not thee, their treasures clutch in vain. Thou hast more forms than the grey ocean knows: Thou art a lark flown skyward ere the day, Thou art a cloud wherethrough the sunset glows, The silent moon on his unbodied way; Thou art a forest singing in the wind, A well-spring risen from unwatered earth, Thou art a flaming heath with storm behind: Song, fountain, fire,what praise can give thee worth? Ah, clasp me tighter, breast updrawn to breast, Mouth unto mouth, hand within hand at rest! As shuts the flower wherein the fire-fly glows, So would I hold thee, so would I grasp thee, sweet; As sleeps the moth imprisoned in the rose, So would I fold thee, so would I clasp thee, sweet. IO Then call the rocks and mountains to thy will: They are thy slaves, thy bidding to fulfil. Sky-peak and summit like a flowery cup Encircling us with heavenward slope of snows, As a white blossom at Even folding up Shall join above us, their white edges close And hide us from the world where no one sees or knows. PROMETHEUS So sinks the world, the peering skies That erst were near above Are hidden from our dreaming eyes: 'Tis ours to make the night or day, To kiss our love, and weep our love, And cast all but our love away. Now am I drawn and lost in thee, As a spent wave upon the shore Its memory loses of the sea. O loving body, yearning face, Above me and around me pour Thy beauty's passionate embrace; Give me thyself yet more! IO I am the bird storm-weary from the seas, And thou the isle whereon I sink to rest. PROMETHEUS I am the evening star that downward flees, And thou the western ocean's waiting breast; I the dark stream, and thou my secret cave; I the worn wind, and thou the endless sand. IO I a poor shell let fall by children's hand, Thou the deep ocean's bed to catch and save PROMETHEUS No, no, 'tis thou art precious: this thy hair Is wrought of falling night, this shoulder bare Is dawn, this breast the swelling day, thine eyes A gift beyond all price and all surmise. IO As thought in melody of ancient tunes, As stars within the dawn, as speech in runes, So fold me up within thee! PROMETHEUS Soul and soul, As nature's twain in blossom's single bowl, Thou art a part of all that I have been. The host of angry heaven hast thou seen Fording the cloudy wrack, and in the deep Lower than hell's grey underworld of sleep The fallen Titans thou hast prisoned in. IO And thou hast lived in Argos mid the green Of springing vine, and through the olive sheen The dawn o'er Arachnaeon cold and pale Has shone upon thee; o'er the blue Aegean Thy dreams have wandered like a dwindling sail Searching the misty havens Cycladean, And thou hast wandered mad with moon-fraught eyes Across the gates of Asia, wild and wan Hast fallen at the pillars of the skies, Seeking the god who erst in shape of man Entered thy virgin mind PROMETHEUS Nor shall depart From that sweet soul wherein he lies at last. IO Yet I am mortal, thou immortal art; And my poor beauty shall too soon be past. Already hath the cold wrought cruel despite Upon my body, and this pulse of light Hath shaken every vein and burned my flesh. Heal me with love, hide me with thy desire! PROMETHEUS Not thou nor I can break the earthly mesh Of growth and fall wherewith the fates attire Naked mortality. Yet children bear Their mother's grace to generations new, And beauty still endures, as sweet, as fresh As first when women blossomed on the earth Where beauty lives, eternal hope is there. IO Thine eyes the gaze of some distraction wear, Thy speech elsewhither turns, thy kisses few Scarce comfort me. PROMETHEUS I have not jest nor mirth. I thought again of man, for whom I stole The sun's eternal fire to light his soul. Still must I plan for him, still help and dream How I may yet accomplish, and be free. IO Prometheus! hast thou forgotten me? Thy lips are cold as is the snow's own gleam, Thy heart is frozen as the hills and seas Of this unearthly place. O fearful strife! Now dies my love, and all my gladness flees. PROMETHEUS Shall I for love be traitor to all life? To man's misfortune shall I close my breast? His seed is holy, neither sown in jest; But comfort thee, I hold thee still as dear! IO I dreamed a dream, a golden dream, to find A lover with no love in mind Than love of me, no other hope nor fear Than fear to lose me, hope to have me near: How idle was my dream! Thou art not he Who through the long lone darkness spoke to me In Argos. Him I seek. Love perfect, true, The god hath promised. Look, he comes anew My bridal to make ready. Torches flare With streaming smoke and hissing hair. Round goes the revel: they have spied The eager maid, the willing bride. Now yondernearerthere, and there, They rush upon me. See, they flare With streaming smoke and hissing hair. Touch not my feet! my flesh is fire, 'Twill burn the dancers. Lift me high'r: I tread your shoulders! Flute and lyre, Faster, faster!Ha! the wind Whirls me upward from behind, And the air before me falls Where he calls,the god,he calls! PROMETHEUS Madness! there are no dancers here, nor flame Of torches! A VOICE She hath left thee as she came. Her feet scarce touch the snow. ANOTHER VOICE She cannot fall, For frenzy hath her. PROMETHEUS Spirits, oh, recall Her lips to mine, her clinging body warm! VOICES Speak to the whirlwind, bridle fast the storm, Or shut the mouth of fire: 'tis but the same! In madness she hath left thee,as she came. PROMETHEUS And oh, 'tis but the same in very truth! Love is an hour's illusion, the flower of youth That blossoms and, the selfsame day, is gone. Now like the shadows closing round a fire When sinks the flame to ashes on the pyre, Visions of earth, ye come again! Indrawn Like circling wolves about a nomad's camp At thickening dusk, aye nigh'r ye creep and nigh'r. Fearful ye gather, dark ye stand, and lower With hungry eyes, waiting the final hour When I shall quench all hope and break the lamp! What wraith of cloud ascending from the snows Its tufted vapour draws, as though within There worked a spirit? Mightily it grows. Hark, muttered thunder! Wisp and eddy thin It shapes and gathers to gigantic form. VOICE OF ZEUS 'Tis I, the master of the flaming storm! I come for vengeance. PROMETHEUS Vengeance hast thou taken. My courage hast thou torn, my spirit shaken. I cannot suffer more. Fearless I greet Thy coming now. ZEUS My going shalt thou hail With other music, when across thy pain New anguish shrills and blows. Grey-eyed and pale The gods lean out of heaven and watch in vain For smoke of sacrifice and savour sweet From altars odorous with fat and fire. Thou, my rebellious slave, with thy desire Hast taught impiety to man. PROMETHEUS Are ye Not masters of the air and earth and sea? What need have such for man's poor offering? ZEUS No life upon my altar bleeds or burns, No yoke of oxen to my flames they bring; And we in heaven are hungry. PROMETHEUS Man returns, To them that made him, fitting thanks thereby. For what hath man that he should thank the sky? Sorrow ye gave him, sweat and tears and hate, And bondage unto man, and bondage unto fate. Of his own cattle, his wolf-guarded flocks Unto the gods he gave, from fear lest they Should send their anger on him and should slay His hard prosperity. With bolts and locks He shut out thieves, but not God's thieving host; And so he gave. But now he knows more clear That gods are but the shades of savage fear, The terror of weak minds. Thou haggard ghost, Starve, starve in heav'n. Man shall not feed thee more! ZEUS But thou shalt eat the feast of his despair. I, the dead god of drifting rain and air, In death so curse thee. PROMETHEUS Thou hast cursed before, And I endure. ZEUS Endure? yea, this my curse, That thou endure for aye, and ageless see The good grown bad, the better changed to worse. All pain shall be thine own.The fish o' the sea Grow like their habitation, sand and shore Their colours print upon them; winter snow Brings plumage white to raven-feathered flock. So thou, beholding pain, shalt nearer grow To the deep Dark of suffering, and know Each grief as were 't thine own. Each fearful shock Of life tormented and of hope forlorn Shall strike thee with its outrage: spirits grow Like that which they behold. With vision worn Look forth on earth, feel its eternal pain; For so I curse thee to eternal woe, I, the dead god of drifting air and rain. PROMETHEUS Long, long ago my triumph I foretold! Sunlight and water rule the cloudy lands, The winds within their fleshless fingers hold Fair and foul weather, on the tidal sands Thou and thine airy brethren of the storm Make and destroy, yea, with a breath unform; So for a million years ye ruled alone. Then out of ocean crept an eyeless thing, Poor helpless wanderer, whom ye could kill; Yet ages passed, and now with claw and wing This marvel clothed its weakness. Ye were still Its masterblind to let it strive, and plan With senseless cunning mightier shapes and powers, Till with its growth of ageless shaping hours The beast was perfect, and the thing was man. Fools, had ye slain it ere its form was rife, Still would ye rule with waterflood and wind; But I alone foresaw that ye were blind: I stole the sun-fire, stole eternal life, And of creative flame I made a soul To light the world to beauty. ZEUS Cursèd fire! So may it fall within the empty bowl Of time, as sinks a brand on ashen pyre At daybreak without strength! PROMETHEUS The gods are dead. ZEUS Man hath denied us faith, whereby we are. PROMETHEUS Look, the far northern skies are kindled red: There, too, the gods are dying. ZEUS Deathless sun, Eternal giver, save me! PROMETHEUS Star on star The heavens are builded, yet there is not one In all that multitude to shelter thee; Fearstricken like a comet shalt thou flee, And vanish as the burning dust of air ZEUS Yet have I vengeance: man within thy brain Shall sin and suffer with undying pain, And thou shalt be his angel of despair I go. No eye shall see me; but the storms Shall be my threnody; their wailing cry Hath all the voices of the things that die, Earth's lamentation for her primal forms, Her ancient gods that feasted in her sky. [He vanishes in cloud.] PROMETHEUS Mist and the puff of air,the empty rain Falls on the earth, and god so lightly dies. Storm, water-flood, and wind, the rifted skies, Speak dread and deathly language to our ear; Yet if we prove them, all their threats are vain. My foe most feared has proven least a foe, And loosed is he who thought to bind me here. Now shall prophetic generations grow; Wisdom awakes in men, and truth is near To greet them Old imaginings no more Torment them; a new radiance fills the air: The splendour of the drooping daylight shines With purer gold on field and ocean floor; In tree and grass and waving frond it twines Strong amorous fingers, as once strove the hand Of Ares deep in Aphrodite's hair. 'Tis sunset, and the storm hath swept the land. Now comes my freedom with new ages fair. VOICES Climbing up with foot and finger Through the crevice of the night, At the dawn we saw thee linger When the eastern peaks were bright. 'Twas a reed that in the river Drank of water, breathed of air; In thy hand we saw it quiver On thy cloud-upbuilded stair. Through the reed the leaping glow Deep in earthly spirit flew; In man's savage breath and flow Radiance of thought he drew. Soul on earth and sun in height Burned in one desire, Flame of thought and flame of light, Mystic marriage of fire. But to thee that brought the reed Cometh sorrow swiftly stealing; With man's anguish shalt thou bleed; Feel the wound and find no healing. 'Woe for man!' thy mouth shall say, And thy tears shall stain the sky; But earth shall not pass away, And thy spirit cannot die. PROMETHEUS Visions of earth return, a crowding light VOICES He speaks no more. Look, look upon his eyes, How throbs the torment of unwilling sight! All earth's iniquity within them lies; His limbs in torment writhe, his straining mouth Breaks on a cry too terrible for flesh. All that he sees, he suffers. Age and pain Awake with him; sickness, famine, drouth Their lean and torturing hunger feed afresh. Hatred and disillusion rise again, And all the tears of men, and sorrows all, Sweep over him. He sinks exhausted down And hangs within his fetters, as the dead At frozen doors in winter darkness fall. [Entrance of KRATOS and BIA.] KRATOS On yonder jutting crag above thy head We fettered him. BIA The selfsame ridges frown, The white ice splinters, and the whirlwind snow Still spins above it. KRATOS Aye, but where is he? BIA I see him not. Long since the glacier-flow Hath torn him downward in its frozen sea And shut him fast. KRATOS Look there, yon sunken form, Yon wasted arms that shrink within their steel, Yon haggard features motionless with death! No longer shall that body wake to feel Its prison! BIA Still the failing blood is warm Within him; from his lips yet comes the breath. KRATOS Titan,Prometheus,lift thy head and speak We come to break thy fetters. Zeus hath died, And all the gods Olympian are grown weak To hinder us. For we alone abide, Who were at first and shall be at the end. BIA He hears us not. KRATOS Thou wert our ancient friend, And we are come to free thee. BIA Bolt and ring From the strong ice and girded rock I rend. Thy bonds are broken. PROMETHEUS Who are ye that bring Freedom of body? Can ye free the mind From hate and falsehood and illusion blind? The hope that sinks unspoken in the heart And dies in silence, bitter joys as brief As winter sunshine, loves that aye depart, The tongues of horror, the blear eyes of grief, Ruin and death and famine and disease, The endless useless trafficking and strife, The deeds of man that all were best undone Since e'en the best are evil, yea, the life That mine own folly quickened with the sun, Ye cannot free me, if ye change not these! KRATOS Thy love for men is broken at the last! PROMETHEUS Hear me, and judge. Beasts of the wood were they, Earth's thoughtless brood, uncognizant of ill, Not knowing what they did. And like their past Had been their future save for my wild will That planned a race, ethereal, yet sprung From earth,a lamp of earthen clay To hold the flame of heaven. Upon their tongue I set the shape of speech and in their heart All strange imaginings wherewith to bind Earth, air, and ocean in high sovereignty. BIA All these they rule, nor fear the very sky For all its stormy fire. PROMETHEUS I wrought their mind For cunning, that they might endure; but still The beast ancestral wrought his heritage of ill, Still seized upon them, made them wrathful, strong, Lustful and ruthless, choosing right or wrong As pointed profit. There are slaves on earth; Nay, every child is seared and marked from birth For toil and grief and torment. He that grows In soul more godlike, learns a thousand woes, And dies in shadow, grieving for his race. KRATOS How otherwise within the hall of Zeus We heard thee speak! PROMETHEUS I had not suffered then. Singly my spirit lived within its place Till, pining captive here, it learned to loose Its selfish bonds and join the hearts of men. I searched the hills, the deserts of the snow, The singing voices of untroubled light, With love I sought to hide me from all sight, Yet never could forget the voiceless woe Of earth's unhappy children from below. My spirit turned to them at last, and learned To see and thence to suffer, till it yearned Toward all despairing creatures, to be one With all that flies and swims and crawls beneath the sun. Their soul is mine, and mine is theirs; and ye, Because they suffer, cannot set me free. KRATOS The daylight wanes, the cold of night descends, And we must leave the snow. Bide here no more. Thou hast thy freedom. PROMETHEUS Yea, my exile ends; The solitude of thought and dreams is o'er. My home is earth, and men my children are, For me to cherish. Tho' they suffer still, Their wars shall lead to peace; good comes from ill, Clear hope yet gleams with its incessant star, And high in heaven the rainbow of to-morrow Still shines across the tempest of their sorrow. But ah, for me there is unending pain; For much shall fail, and ages be in vain [They descend and disappear.] VOICES [from the remotest height] Go down, go down. Men crucify, They stone their prophets, mock the bard; Thou, the undying, shalt be scarred With every death that slaves can die. Each generation shall defy Thy power and slay thee. Have not fear! With generation new thou'lt rise Within their inmost hearts again, To lead once more the hopes of men And lift their vision to the skies. So shalt thou die as dies the year Each winter, and, when comes the spring, Wakes for a mightier harvesting. A NEW VOICE Evening, where art thou? A SECOND VOICE Here at hand. THE FIRST VOICE The sun is gone. Make dark the land. THE SECOND VOICE I make it dark. THE FIRST VOICE Ye of the night, Where are ye? VOICES Here at hand. THE FIRST VOICE Make bright Your lanterns, hang their radiance high. VOICES We make them bright. THE FIRST VOICE Ye of the sky, Call the night wind. OTHER VOICES We summon him. He waits. THE FIRST VOICE Earth, sea, and air, be dim Come, sleep, and close each daylit eye. VOICES [singing] Open now the secret treasure, Silver shines the moon; Pour the stars in gleaming measure, Set the sky's enchanted rune In the sea my mirror lies; Heaven with a thousand eyes Will be searching for it soon. Swallows end their evening flight, Sheep are folded in their pen, Quiet are the homes of men; Wind, be still, on tree and hill; Ye waters all, good night! MORE DISTANT VOICES Now the world of men is sleeping, Grey eternal forms come creeping, And the hand of night unbars Holier portals to our sight, Of the stars beyond the stars And the night beyond the night, Mightier faith and mightier thought, Silver air and secret dew, Space unfilled and time unwrought, Hope that ne'er in daylight grew. [The voices cease. Out of the darkness the snowfields and mountain-peaks shine cold and clear in the moonlight. 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