The lost, lost maid that roams earth's kingdoms wide?
What thou wouldst learn I will make clear to thee,
Not weaving subtleties, but simple sooth
Unfolding as the mouth should speak to friends.
I am Prometheus, giver of fire to mortals.
Oh universal succour of mankind,
Sorrowful Prometheus, why art thou punished thus?
I have but now ceased mourning for my griefs.