Prometheus sonnet

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Prometheus sonnet by Anne Lynch Botta
from Poems (1848)

        Thou brave old Titan, that in chains didst lie,
            Bound to the rock on the Caucasian hill,
        Who by sublime endurance didst defy
            Imperial Jove and all his shapes of ill;
        As I invoke thy spirit here to-day, --
            From the old Pagan world thou speak'st to me,
            I hear thy voice across Time's sounding sea,
        Bid me thus bear and conquer. -- I obey.
            Henceforth, like thee, I will endure and wait
        On life's bleak summit bound, without dismay.
        Then in thine iron car roll on thy way,
            Thou stern, relentless power that men call Fate,
        Loose then thy bolts thou dark and threat'ning sky --
        Thou vulture at my heart, feed to satiety!

This work was published before January 1, 1923, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.