Oared us to this far height.
[Blackie’s translation]
They remain upon their winged car until the Titan invites them, at vs. 272, to step upon the earth. They accept in the following language:
Not to sluggish ears, Prometheus,
Hast thou spoken thy desire;
From our breeze-borne seat descending,
With light foot we greet the ground.
Leaving ether chaste, smooth pathway
Of the gently winnowing wing,
On this craggy rock I stand.