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PROMETHEUS UNBOUND.
ACT IV.
Demogorgon.
Ætherial Dominations, who possess
Elysian, windless, fortunate abodes
Beyond Heaven's constellated wilderness:
A Voice from above.
Demogorgon
Are clouds to hide, not colours to pourtray,
Whether your nature is that universe
Which once ye saw and suffered—
A Voice from below.
Whom we have left, we change and pass away.
Demogorgon
From man's high mind even to the central stone
Of sullen lead; from Heaven's star-fretted domes
To the dull weed some sea-worm battens on:
