Trumbull Stickney

Here you will find the Poem Near Helikon of poet Trumbull Stickney

Near Helikon

By such an all-embalming summer day
As sweetens now among the mountain pines
Down to the cornland yonder and the vines, 
To where the sky and sea are mixed in gray, 
How do all things together take their way
Harmonious to the harvest, bringing wines
And bread and light and whatsoe'er combines
In the large wreath to make it round and gay. 
To me my troubled life doth now appear
Like scarce distinguishable summits hung
Around the blue horizon: places where
Not even a traveller purposeth to steer, -- 
Whereof a migrant bird in passing sung, 
And the girl closed her window not to hear.