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Titan! to whose immortal eyes / The sufferings of mortality, / Seen in their sad reality, / Were not as things that gods despise, / What was thy pity's recompense? / A silent suffering, and intense, / The rock, the vulture, and the chain, / All that the proud can feel of pain, / The agony they do not show, / The suffocating sense of woe, / Which speaks but in its loneliness, / And then is jealous lest the sky / Should have a listener, nor will sigh / Until its voice is echoless.
Titan! to thee the strife was given / Between the suffering and the will, / Which torture where they cannot kill, / And the inexorable Heaven, / And the deaf tyranny of Fate, / The ruling principle of Hate, / Which for its pleasure doth create / The things it may annihilate, / Refus'd thee even the boon to die, / The wretched gift Eternity / Was thine-and thou hast borne it well.