And our singing shall build
  In the void's loose field
  A world for the Spirit of Wisdom to wield;
  We will take our plan
  From the new world of man,
  And our work shall be called the Promethean.

CHORUS OF HOURS
  Break the dance, and scatter the song;
  Let some depart, and some remain;

SEMICHORUS I
  We, beyond heaven, are driven along;

SEMICHORUS II
  Us the enchantments of earth retain;

SEMICHORUS I
  Ceaseless, and rapid, and fierce, and free,
  With the Spirits which build a new earth and sea,
  And a heaven where yet heaven could never be;