HERMES, @3returning to Olympus@1. As lonely as the tower that he inhabits, As firm and cold as are the crags about him, Prometheus stands. The thunderbolts of Zeus Alone can move him; but the tender heart Of Epimetheus, burning at white heat, Hammers and flames like all his brother's forges! Now as an arrow from Hyperion's bow, My errand done, I fly, I float, I soar Into the air, returning to Olympus. O joy of motion! O delight to cleave The infinite realms of space, the liquid ether, Through the warm sunshine and the cooling cloud, Myself as light as sunbeam or as cloud! With one touch of my swift and winged feet, I spurn the solid earth, and leave it rocking As rocks the bough from which a bird takes wing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NIGHTINGALE AND THE GLOW-WORM by WILLIAM COWPER THE TREASURES OF THE DEEP by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS I AM THE WAY' by ALICE MEYNELL PARTED FRIENDS by JAMES MONTGOMERY SOUTH WIND by SIEGFRIED SASSOON THE WIND ON THE HILLS by DORA SIGERSON SHORTER ON THE DEATH OF THE REV. MR. GEORGE WHITEFIELD, 1770 by PHILLIS WHEATLEY |