Let air be lacerate with thunder,
And with the savage wind's convulsion;
And earth's foundations rooted under,
Shudder to the blast's impulsion;
And let the waters of the deep
Their foam with dreadful roaring heap
Along the planets' heav'nly way;
And let him hurl my body low
To Tartarus, imped'd to go
By eddies strong of fated woe!
Yet me he hath not power to slay.

From those of madness-stricken brain:
For what of madness seems not his?
And if indeed he joy in this,
Why should he loosen frenzy's chain?
But ye, who in the Titan's pain