Percy Bysshe Shelley: Fragment: 'I Stood Upon a Heaven-Cleaving Turret'
Fragment: 'I Stood Upon a Heaven-Cleaving Turret'
I stood upon a heaven-cleaving turret
Which overlooked a wide Metropolis—
And in the temple of my heart my Spirit
Lay prostrate, and with parted lips did kiss
The dust of Desolations [altar] hearth—
And with a voice too faint to falter
It shook that trembling fane with its weak prayer
'Twas noon,—the sleeping skies were blue