Your foodless teeth. Geryon, arise! and Gorgon, Chimæra, and thou Sphinx, subtlest of fiends Who ministered to Thebes Heaven's poisoned wine, Unnatural love, and more unnatural hate: To thee unwilling, most unwillingly I come, by the great Father's will driven down, To execute a doom of new revenge. 355 Alas! I pity thee, and hate myself That I can do no more: aye from thy The crystal-winged snow cling round my Prometheus. He whom some dreadful The shade which is our form invests us voice invokes is here, round: Come, come, come! Leave the bed, low, cold, and red, Strewed beneath a nation dead; Leave the hatred, as in ashes Fire is left for future burning: It will burst in bloodier fashion, When ye stir it, soon returning. Leave the self-contempt implanted In young spirits, sense-enchanted, Misery's yet unkindled fuel. Leave Hell's secrets half unchanted To the maniac dreamer: cruel Is he with fear. 505 Chorus 535 Second Fury From wide cities, famine-wasted; Third Fury Groans half heard, and blood untasted; |