CHORUS OF DRYADES.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Haste and hide thee,
Ere too late,
In these thickets intricate;
Lest Prometheus
See and chide thee,
Lest some hurt
Or harm betide thee,
Haste and hide thee!
PROMETHEUS (entering.)
Who was it fled from here? I saw a shape
Flitting among the trees.