THE Muses took the vote and told The Blessed Ones to cast their stones In vessels made of gleaming gold, And all stood upright from their thrones. Cithaeron got the greater part. Then Hermes, crying out aloud, Proclaimed the victory that his heart Desired. Above Cithaeron's eyes The Blessed Ones then set the prize Of laurel, and his heart was proud. But Helicon in bitter woe Tore from its bed a large smooth rock, -- The mountain yielded to the shock. -- And with a loud and piteous cry He flung the great stone from on high, And it broke in countless bits below. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DRUM by JOHN SCOTT (1730-1783) GOLDEN GLOW by ABUL HASAN OF SEVILLE THE CASE OF EDGAR ABBOTT AND PHILIP RIDD by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE FROGS: AN 'AESCHYLEAN' CHORUS by ARISTOPHANES |