1 Titan! to whose immortal eyes
                    2 The sufferings of mortality,
                    3 Seen in their sad reality,
                    4 Were not as things that gods despise;
                    5 What was thy pity's recompense?
                    6 A silent suffering, and intense;
                    7 The rock, the vulture, and the chain,
                    8 All that the proud can feel of pain,
                    9 The agony they do not show,
                    10 The suffocating sense of woe,
                    11 Which speaks but in its loneliness,
                    12 And then is jealous lest the sky
                    13 Should have a listener, nor will sigh
                    14 Until its voice is echoless.

 

( Lord Gordon Byron)