Onseeingtheelginmarbles keats add
On seeing the Elgin marbles for the first time, by John Keats. My spirit is too weak. Mortality weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep. And each imagined pinnacle and steep of godlike hardship tells me I must die, like a sick eagle looking at the sky.
Yet tis a gentle luxury to weep, that I have not the cloudy winds to keep fresh for the opening of the morning's eye. Such dimmed conceiv'd glories of the brain bring round the heart an indescribable feud. So do these wonders of most dizzy pain, that mingles Grecian grandeur with the rude wasting of old time, with a billowy mane, a sun, a shadow of a magnitude.
