The disunited tendrils of that vine
Which bears the wine of life, the human heart; 65
And he tamed fire which, like some beast of prey,
Most terrible, but lovely, played beneath
The frown of man; and tortured to his will
Iron and gold, the slaves and signs of power,
And gems and poisons, and all subtlest forms 70
Hidden beneath the mountains and the waves. 
He gave man speech, and speech created thought,
Which is the measure of the universe;
And Science struck the thrones of earth and heaven,
Which shook, but fell not; and the harmonious mind 75
Poured itself forth in all-prophetic song;
And music lifted up the listening spirit
Until it walked, exempt from mortal care,
Godlike, o’er the clear billows of sweet sound;
And human hands first mimicked and then mocked, 80
With moulded limbs more lovely than its own,
The human form, till marble grew divine;
And mothers, gazing, drank the love men see
Reflected in their race, behold, and perish. 
He told the hidden power of herbs and springs, 85
And Disease drank and slept.  Death grew like sleep. 
He taught the implicated orbits woven
Of the wide-wandering stars; and how the sun
Changes his lair, and by what secret spell
The pale moon is transformed, when her broad eye 90
Gazes not on the interlunar sea: 
He taught to rule, as life directs the limbs,
The tempest-winged chariots of the Ocean,
And the Celt knew the Indian.  Cities then
Were built, and through their snow-like columns flowed 95
The warm winds, and the azure ether shone,
And the blue sea and shadowy hills were seen. 
Such, the alleviations of his state,
Prometheus gave to man, for which he hangs
Withering in destined pain:  but who rains down 100
Evil, the immedicable plague, which, while
Man looks on his creation like a God
And sees that it is glorious, drives him on,
The wreck of his own will, the scorn of earth,
The outcast, the abandoned, the alone? 105
Not Jove:  while yet his frown shook Heaven ay, when
His adversary from adamantine chains
Cursed him, he trembled like a slave.  Declare
Who is his master?  Is he too a slave?

NOTE: 
100 rains B, edition 1839; reigns 1820.

DEMOGORGON: 
All spirits are enslaved which serve things evil:  110
Thou knowest if Jupiter be such or no.

ASIA: 
Whom calledst thou God?

DEMOGORGON: 
I spoke but as ye speak,
For Jove is the supreme of living things.

ASIA: 
Who is the master of the slave?

DEMOGORGON: 
If the abysm
Could vomit forth its secrets...But a voice 115
Is wanting, the deep truth is imageless;
For what would it avail to bid thee gaze
On the revolving world?  What to bid speak
Fate, Time, Occasion, Chance and Change?  To these
All things are subject but eternal Love. 120