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HERMES (returning to Olympus.) / 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.