For by that same secret kept,
I 'scape this chain's dishonour and its woe.
I 'scape this chain's dishonour and its woe.
Elizabeth Browning
_ Who holds the helm of that Necessity?
_Prometheus. _ The threefold Fates and the unforgetting Furies.
_Chorus. _ Is Zeus less absolute than these are?
_Prometheus. _ Yea,
And therefore cannot fly what is ordained.
_Chorus. _ What is ordained for Zeus, except to be
A king for ever?
_Prometheus. _ 'Tis too early yet
For thee to learn it: ask no more.
_Chorus. _ Perhaps
Thy secret may be something holy?
_Prometheus. _ Turn
To another matter: this, it is not time
To speak abroad, but utterly to veil
In silence.
For by that same secret kept,
I 'scape this chain's dishonour and its woe.
_Chorus, 1st Strophe. _
Never, oh never
May Zeus, the all-giver,
Wrestle down from his throne
In that might of his own
To antagonize mine!
Nor let me delay
As I bend on my way
Toward the gods of the shrine
Where the altar is full
Of the blood of the bull,
Near the tossing brine
Of Ocean my father.
May no sin be sped in the word that is said,
But my vow be rather
Consummated,
Nor evermore fail, nor evermore pine.
_1st Antistrophe. _
'Tis sweet to have
Life lengthened out
With hopes proved brave
By the very doubt,
Till the spirit enfold
Those manifest joys which were foretold.
But I thrill to behold
Thee, victim doomed,
By the countless cares
And the drear despairs
Forever consumed,--
And all because thou, who art fearless now
Of Zeus above,
Didst overflow for mankind below
With a free-souled, reverent love.
Ah friend, behold and see!
What's all the beauty of humanity?
Can it be fair?
What's all the strength? is it strong?
And what hope can they bear,
These dying livers--living one day long?
Ah, seest thou not, my friend,
How feeble and slow
And like a dream, doth go
This poor blind manhood, drifted from its end?
And how no mortal wranglings can confuse
The harmony of Zeus?
_Prometheus. _ The threefold Fates and the unforgetting Furies.
_Chorus. _ Is Zeus less absolute than these are?
_Prometheus. _ Yea,
And therefore cannot fly what is ordained.
_Chorus. _ What is ordained for Zeus, except to be
A king for ever?
_Prometheus. _ 'Tis too early yet
For thee to learn it: ask no more.
_Chorus. _ Perhaps
Thy secret may be something holy?
_Prometheus. _ Turn
To another matter: this, it is not time
To speak abroad, but utterly to veil
In silence.
For by that same secret kept,
I 'scape this chain's dishonour and its woe.
_Chorus, 1st Strophe. _
Never, oh never
May Zeus, the all-giver,
Wrestle down from his throne
In that might of his own
To antagonize mine!
Nor let me delay
As I bend on my way
Toward the gods of the shrine
Where the altar is full
Of the blood of the bull,
Near the tossing brine
Of Ocean my father.
May no sin be sped in the word that is said,
But my vow be rather
Consummated,
Nor evermore fail, nor evermore pine.
_1st Antistrophe. _
'Tis sweet to have
Life lengthened out
With hopes proved brave
By the very doubt,
Till the spirit enfold
Those manifest joys which were foretold.
But I thrill to behold
Thee, victim doomed,
By the countless cares
And the drear despairs
Forever consumed,--
And all because thou, who art fearless now
Of Zeus above,
Didst overflow for mankind below
With a free-souled, reverent love.
Ah friend, behold and see!
What's all the beauty of humanity?
Can it be fair?
What's all the strength? is it strong?
And what hope can they bear,
These dying livers--living one day long?
Ah, seest thou not, my friend,
How feeble and slow
And like a dream, doth go
This poor blind manhood, drifted from its end?
And how no mortal wranglings can confuse
The harmony of Zeus?
