And darting lightnings leap from pole to pole.1205
Let me be bound upon the Caspian rocks,
And let the birds of prey devour my flesh.
Why lacks Prometheus' cliff a prisoner?
Prepare for me the bare, steep mountain side
Of Caucasus, that, on his towering peak,
The birds and beasts of prey may feed on me.
Or let the blue Symplegades, which hedge1210
The Scythian deep, stretch out my fettered hands
This way and that; and, when with rhythmic change