On Seeing the Elgin Marbles
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 dim-conceived glories of the brain Bring round the heart an indescribable feud; So do these wonders a most dizzy pain, That mingles Grecian grandeur with the rude Wasting of old Time—with a billowy main— A sun—a shadow of a magnitude.
This poem is in the public domain.
Born in 1795, John Keats was an English Romantic poet and author of three poems considered to be among the finest in the English language
Date Published: 1817-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/seeing-elgin-marbles