Thy name, Prometheus; there the emulous youths
  Bore to thy honor through the divine gloom
  The lamp which was thine emblem; even as those
  Who bear the untransmitted torch of hope
  Into the grave, across the night of life,
  As thou hast borne it most triumphantly
  To this far goal of Time. Depart, farewell!
  Beside that temple is the destined cave.

SCENE IV.--A Forest. In the background a Cave. PROMETHEUS, ASIA, PANTHEA, IONE, and the SPIRIT OF THE EARTH.

IONE
  Sister, it is not earthly; how it glides
  Under the leaves! how on its head there burns
  A light, like a green star, whose emerald beams
  Are twined with its fair hair! how, as it moves,
  The splendor drops in flakes upon the grass!
  Knowest thou it?

PANTHEA
  It is the delicate spirit
  That guides the earth through heaven. From afar