Alone on Lykaion since man hath been <br />Stand on the height two columns, where at rest <br />Two eagles hewn of gold sit looking East <br />Forever; and the sun goes down between. <br />Far down the mountain's oval green <br />An order keeps the falling stones abreast. <br />Below within the chaos last and least <br />A river like a curl of light is seen. <br />Beyond the river lies the even sea, <br />Beyond the sea another ghost of sky,-- <br />O God, support the sickness of my eye <br />Lest the far space and long antiquity <br />Suck out my heart, and on this awful ground <br />The great wind kill my little shell with sound.<br /><br />Trumbull Stickney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mt-lykaion/
