PROMETHEUS AMID HURRICANE AND EARTHQUAKE (from "Prometheus Bound")
ARTH is rocking in space!
And the thunders crash up with a roar upon roar,
And the eddying lightnings flash fire in my face,
And the whirlwinds are whirling the dust round and round--
And the blasts of the winds universal leap free
And blow each other upon each, with a passion of sound,
And ęther goes mingling in storm with the sea!
Such a curse on my head, in a manifest dread,
From the hand of your Zeus has been hurtled along!
O my mother's fair glory! O Ęther, enringing
All eyes with the sweet common light of thy bringing,
Dost see how I suffer this wrong?
now that's a bad hair day!