In ancient myth, Prometheus Filched fire from the altars of the gods To warm the world, Incurring Jove's dread wrath And endless torment.
Lo, mind,--inflamed by the vision: Of victim and the torturing bird, Of black vindictiveness and suffering Will, Rived forever, yet for aye supreme,-- Heroizes the deed and soul And wreaks on canvas and in drama high Its passionate admiration.
Now, too, in palace and hut confronted, In battleship and iron steed defying space,