Daughters of prolific Tethys,[n13]
And of ancient father Ocean,
With his sleepless current whirling
Round the firm ball of the globe.
Look! with rueful eyes behold me
Nailed by adamantine rivets,
Keeping weary watch unenvied
On this tempest-rifted rock!
ANTISTROPHE I.
Chorus.
I look, Prometheus; and a tearful cloud