While the winged chariot of the OCEANIDES comes

to ground their father OCEANUS enters, riding on a monster.

Now have I traversed the unending plain

And unto thee, Prometheus, am I come,

Guiding this winghd monster with no rein,

Nor any bit, but mind's firm masterdom.

And know that for thy grief my heart is sore;

The bond of kind, methinks, constraineth me;