PROMETHEUS BOUND 105
First antistrophe.
All the land is moaning 470
With a murmured plaint to-day ;
All the mortal nations
Having habitations In the holy Asia
Are a dirge entoning 475
For thine honor and thy brothers', Once majestic beyond others
In the old belief, — Now are groaning in the groaning
Of thy deep-voiced grief. 430
Second strophe. Mourn the maids inhabitant
Of the Colchian land,^ Who with white, calm bosoms stand
In the battle's roar : Mourn the Scythian tribes that haunt 485
The verge of earth, Maeotis' shore.
Second antistrophe. Yea ! Arabia's battle crown, And dwellers in the beetling town Mt. Caucasus sublimely nears — An iron squadron, thundering down 490
With the sharp-prowed spears.^
But one other before have I seen to remain By invincible pain. Bound and vanquished, — one Titan ! 't was Atlas, who bears
^ The Amazons.
2 Apparently the Medes and Persians.
