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