Thus doubly gracious: to the maid her toils,
To me thy destined Saviour tell.
Prometheus.
So be it!
Being thus whetted in desire, I would not
Oppose your wills. First Io, what remains
Of thy far-sweeping wanderings hear, and grave
My words on the sure tablets of thy mind.
When thou hast crossed the narrow stream that parts[n45]
The continents, to the far flame-faced East