Ancient Prometheus

The thighs and muscles of ancient Prometheus he had. High up from rock to rock with Giant legs He muscled his way up. Blinded the sun rays beating and Increasing. But ah! he too had Hanging around his neck The carcass of the albatross. And of the tired dusks switched off By lurid nights. Time is the Master of happenings And By and by Though our present-day Prometheus Dripped with sweat As he climbed to the peak he had Not reached: Ah! how many peaks we will to climb But reach? Let us stop now; a welcome ledge Now beckons. And let our Prometheus fade with day and Rest at night.