prometheus unbound

• monarch of gods and daemons, and all spirits
  but one, who throng those bright and rolling worlds
  which thou and i alone of living things
  behold with sleepless eyes! regard this earth
  made multitudinous with thy slaves, whom thou
  requitest for knee-worship, prayer, and praise,
  and toil, and hecatombs of broken hearts,
  with fear and self-contempt and barren hope.
  whilst me, who am thy foe, eyeless in hate,
  hast thou made reign and triumph, to thy scorn,
  o'er mine own misery and thy vain revenge.
  three thousand years of sleep-unsheltered hours,
  and moments aye divided by keen pangs
  till they seemed years, torture and solitude,
  scorn and despair, -these are mine empire-
  more glorious far than that which thou surveyest
  from thine unenvied throne, o mighty god!
  almighty, had i deigned to share the shame
  of thine ill tyranny, and hung not here
  nailed to this wall of eagle-baffling mountain,
  black, wintry, dead, unmeasured; without herb,
  insect, or beast, or shape or sound of life.
  ah me! alas, pain, pain ever, for ever!