Blowing all astray,
[Prometheus, after
writing his name
on the altar, goes
out unobserved.]
Blinds and pricks my eyes.
Ah! I choke, I choke.
—All the midst is rent:
See the twigs are all
By the flaming spent
White and gold, and fall.
How they writhe, resist,
Blacken, flake, and twist,