I STAND above the city's rush and din, And gaze far down with calm and undimmed eyes, To where the misty smoke wreath grey and dim Above the myriad roofs and spires rise; Still is my heart and vacant is my breath -- This lovely view is breath and life to me, Why I could charm the icy soul of death With such a sight as this I stand and see. I hear no sound of labor's din or stir, I feel no weight of worldly cares or fears, Sweet song of birds, of wings the soothing whirr, These sounds alone assail my listening ears. Unwhipt of conscience here I stand alone, The breezes humbly kiss my garment's hem; I am a king -- the whole world is my throne, The blue grey sky my royal diadem. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY DEATH AS A GIRL I KNEW by JAMES GALVIN RICH DAYS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES LIFE [AND THE FLOWERS] by GEORGE HERBERT LAST SONNET (REVISED VERSION) by JOHN KEATS EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: BOMBER IN LONDON by RUDYARD KIPLING A LIFE-LESSON by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY |