Where lone Mæotis[f11] spreads her wintry waters,
Do weep for thee.
ANTISTROPHE II.
The flower of Araby’s wandering warriors weep
For thee, Prometheus;[n30]
And they who high their airy holds have perched
On Caucasus’ ridge, with pointed lances bristling,
Do weep for thee.
EPODE.
One only vexed like thee, and even as thou,