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 The city