Strange worlds e’en now blaze forth like passions fierce.
They are the fruitage of these very words:
‘Know thou thyself, O man. Know thou thyself,’
(From the springs and rocks resounds:)
Know thou thyself, O man.
Johannes:
There,—from that dark abyss, what creature glares?
I feel the chains that hold me chained to thee.
So fast was not Prometheus rivetted