English poem
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 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
More by Percy Bysshe Shelley
- Fragment: 'Alas! This Is Not What I Thought Life Was'
- Fragment: 'And That I Walk Thus Proudly Crowned'
- Fragment: 'Great Spirit'.
- Fragment: 'I Faint, I Perish With My Love!'
- Fragment: 'I Would Not Be A King'.
- Fragment: 'Methought I Was A Billow In The Crowd'.
- Fragment: 'My Head Is Wild With Weeping'
- Fragment: 'My Head Is Wild With Weeping'.