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 down between. Far down 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,-- O God, support the sickness of my eye Lest the far space and long antiquity s** out my heart, and on this awful ground The great wind k** my little shell with sound.