While from the dizzy precipice I gaze, <br />The world receding from my pensive eyes, <br />High o'er my head the tyrant eagle flies, <br />Cloth'd in the sinking sun's transcendent blaze! <br />The meek-ey'd moon, 'midst clouds of amber plays <br />As o'er the purpling plains of light she hies, <br />Till the last stream of living lustre dies, <br />And the cool concave owns her temper'd rays! <br />So shall this glowing, palpitating soul, <br />Welcome returning Reason's placid beam, <br />While o'er my breast the waves Lethean roll, <br />To calm rebellious Fancy's fev'rish dream; <br />Then shall my Lyre disdain love's dread control, <br />And loftier passions, prompt the loftier theme!<br /><br />Mary Darby Robinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xliii-while-from-the-dizzy-precipice/
