Atlas, enforced by stern necessity,
[201]Props the broad heaven: on earth’s far borders, where
Full opposite th’ Hesperian virgins sing
With shrill sweet voice, he rears his head and hands
Aye unfatiguable: Heaven’s counsellor
So doom’d his lot. But with enduring chains
[202]He bound Prometheus, train’d in shifting wiles,
With galling shackles fixing him aloft
Midway a column. Down he sent from high
His eagle hovering on expanded wings: