The Epilogue of Caliban MAC DINNEEN
They’ve sailed off and gone away, Now it’s mine on this great day, I am now lord of this Fair Isle, Of every tree and sandy pile. I no longer live in fear, Of cruel Prospero’s mocking sneer, He and his kin have all departed, And though I’m hardly broken-hearted, He threw away his magic, though, What that means is--I don’t know, How to harness all the power, That he used to make me cower, And so as ruler something lacks, I cannot match dear Sycorax. Ah, my dam! You knew the spell, That first enchanted Ariel. Where have he and his kind gone? This isle’s free from spirits’ song. I am alone; from power free. But at last, the king is me.
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