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