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