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PROMETHEUS UNBOUND.
ACT II.
Echoes, unseen
Echoes we: listen!
We cannot stay:
As dew-stars glisten
Then fade away—
Child of Ocean!
Asia. Hark! Spirits speak. The liquid responses
Of their aerial tongues yet sound.
Pan.I hear.
Echoes
As our voice recedeth
Thro' the caverns hollow,
Where the forest spreadeth;
(more distant)
Thro' the caverns hollow,
As the song floats thou pursue,
Where the wild bee never flew,
Thro' the noontide darkness deep,
By the odour-breathing sleep
Of faint night-flowers, and the waves
At the fountain-lighted caves,
