THE SAME CONTINUED <br />Clutching the brink with hands and feet and knees, <br />With trembling heart, and eyes grown strangely dim, <br />A part thyself and parcel of the frieze <br />Of that colossal temple raised to Time, <br />To gaze on horror, till, as in a crime, <br />Thou and the rocks become accomplices. <br />There is no voice, no life 'twixt thee and them. <br />No life! Yet, look, far down upon the breeze <br />Something has passed across the bosom bare <br />Of the red rocks, a leaf, a shape, a shade. <br />A living shadow! Ay, above thee there, <br />Weaving majestic circles overhead, <br />Others are watching.--This is the sublime <br />To be alone, with eagles in the air.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-love-sonnets-of-proteus-part-iv-vita-nova-cvii/
