From the Greek by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
From “Prometheus”
O HOLY Æther, and swift-winged Winds,
And River-wells, and laughter innumerous
Of yon Sea-waves! Earth, mother of us all,
And all-viewing cyclic Sun, I cry on you,—
Behold me a god, what I endure from gods!
        Behold, with throe on throe,
        How, wasted by this...