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SCENE I.
PROMETHEUS UNBOUND.
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Second Voice: from the springs.

Thunder-bolts had parched our water,

We had been stained with bitter blood,
And had run mute, 'mid shrieks of slaughter
Thro' a city and a solitude.

Third Voice: from the air.

I had clothed, since Earth uprose,

Its wastes in colors not their own,
And oft had my serene repose
Been cloven by many a rending groan.

Fourth Voice: from the whirlwinds.

We had soared beneath these mountains

Unresting ages; nor had thunder,
Nor yon volcano's flaming fountains,
Nor any power above or under
Ever made us mute with wonder.

First Voice.

But never bowed our snowy crest

As at the voice of thine unrest.