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
Fragment: 'i Stood Upon A Heaven-cleaving Turret'
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Poem topics: city, heart, heaven, kiss, voice, blue, weak, wide, spirit, dust, prayer, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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