<s>[INST] The given poem is an excerpt from Shelley's Prometheus Unbound. Read the poem and answer the questions that follow: I see the curtains of the future drawn The mists which blind us from the sight Of that which is to come have vanished, The shadows of all that are to be Descend upon this earth of mine As if the very darkness could be shaken, The breath of winds which stir the leaves Of the far future, whispers low. What does the speaker of the poem feel about the future?[/INST]