Thy godlike crime was to be kind, To render with thy precepts less The sum of human wretchedness, And strengthen man with his own mind; And after this what was thy pity's recompense?
A silent suffering, dreadful and intense; The rock, the vulture, and the chain, All that the proud can feel of pain, agony they don't show
Titan! to thee the strife was given Between the suffering and the will, that this cannot kill you Which for its pleasure doth create The things it may annihilate Refused thee even the boon to die
A silent suffering, dreadful and intense; The rock, the vulture, and the chain, All that the proud can feel of pain, agony they don't show nor he will sigh Until its voice Until its echoless