Part 6

Prometheus--none may see him. But at night When heaven’s bolt has made some forest flare On Caucasus, and when the broad red glare Rushing from crag to crag at infinite height Stains sleeping wastes of snow, or, ruby bright, Runs sparkling up the glacier crests to scare The screaming eagles out of black chasms, where But half dislodged the darkness still clings tight-- Then on some lurid monstrous wall of rock The Titan’s shadow suddenly appears Gigantic, flickering, vague; and, storm-unfurled, Seems still to brave, with hand that dim chains lock, Midway in the unendingness of years, The Author of the miscreated world.

THE END.

_Elliot Stock, Paternoster Row, London._

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_BY THE SAME AUTHOR._

THE NEW MEDUSA, AND OTHER POEMS. 8s.

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