I stood upon a heaven-cleaving turret <br />Which overlooked a wide Metropolis-- <br />And in the temple of my heart my Spirit <br />Lay prostrate, and with parted lips did kiss <br />The dust of Desolations [altar] hearth-- <br />And with a voice too faint to falter <br />It shook that trembling fane with its weak prayer <br />'Twas noon,--the sleeping skies were blue <br />The city...<br /><br />Percy Bysshe Shelley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-stood-upon-a-heaven-cleaving-turret/
