Fragment: ‘I Stood Upon A Heaven-Cleaving Turret’

Percy Bysshe Shelley - Non-Music, Romanticism (Literature)
Fragment: ‘I Stood Upon A Heaven-Cleaving Turret’
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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 ***
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