Prometheus Unbound from Runaway by Graham Jane (ideas and sessions)

Prometheus Unbound
Fragment from Shelley's "Prometheus Unbound", Act IV

VOICE OF UNSEEN SPIRITS

They shake with emotion,
They dance in their mirth.
But where are ye?

The pine boughs are singing
Old songs with new gladness,
The billows and fountains
Fresh music are flinging,
Like the notes of a spirit from land and from sea;

The storms mock the mountains
With a thunder of gladness,
But where are ye?

IONE
What charioteers are these?

PANTHEA
Where are their chariots?

CHORUS OF SPIRITS
We join the throng
Of the dance and the song,
By the whirlwind of gladness borne along

[...]

And mix with the sea-birds half-asleep.

CHORUS OF HOURS
Whence come ye, so wild and so fleet,
For sandals of lightining are on your feet [...]

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