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PROMETHEUS. - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Goethe’s Works, vol. 1 (Poems) [1885]

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Goethe’s Works, illustrated by the best German artists, 5 vols. (Philadelphia: G. Barrie, 1885). Vol. 1.

Part of: Goethe’s Works, 5 vols.

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PROMETHEUS.

    • COVER thy spacious heavens, Zeus,
    • With clouds of mist,
    • And, like the boy who lops
    • The thistles’ heads,
    • Disport with oaks and mountain-peaks;
    • Yet thou must leave
    • My earth still standing;
    • My cottage too, which was not rais’d by thee;
    • Leave me my hearth,
    • Whose kindly glow
    • By thee is envied.
    • I know naught poorer
    • Under the sun than ye gods!
    • Ye nourish painfully,
    • With sacrifices
    • And votive prayers,
    • Your majesty;
    • Ye would e’en starve
    • If children and beggars
    • Were not trusting fools.
    • While yet a child
    • And ignorant of life
    • I turn’d my wandering gaze
    • Up tow’rd the sun, as if with him
    • There were an ear to hear my wailings,
    • A heart like mine
    • To feel compassion for distress.
    • Who help’d me
    • Against the Titans’ insolence?
    • Who rescued me from certain death,
    • From slavery?
    • Didst thou not do all this thyself,
    • My sacred glowing heart?
    • And glowedst, young and good,
    • Deceiv’d with grateful thanks,
    • To yonder slumbering one?
    • I honor thee! and why?
    • Hast thou e’er lighten’d the sorrows
    • Of the heavy-laden?
    • Hast thou e’er dried up the tears
    • Of the anguish-stricken?
    • Was I not fashion’d to be a man
    • By omnipotent Time
    • And by eternal Fate,
    • Masters of me and thee?
    • Didst thou e’er fancy
    • That life I should learn to hate
    • And fly to deserts,
    • Because not all
    • My blossoming dreams grew ripe?
    • Here sit I, forming mortals
    • After my image;
    • A race resembling me,
    • To suffer, to weep,
    • To enjoy, to be glad,
    • And thee to scorn
    • As I!
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