Nature
I stood upon a heaven-cleaving turret
From Poems of 1821
Nature
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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MLA
Shelley, Percy Bysshe. “I stood upon a heaven-cleaving turret.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/shelley/121/.
Chicago
Shelley, Percy Bysshe. “I stood upon a heaven-cleaving turret.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/shelley/121/.
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