On Seeing the Elgin Marbles - John Keats

Lines 1 and 2

My spirit is too weak— mortality
Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep

lines 3 and 4

And each imagined pinnacle and steep
Of godlike hardship tells me I must die

lines 5 and 6

Like a sick eagle looking at the sky.
Yet ‘tis a gentle luxury to weep

lines 7 and 8

That I have not the cloudy winds to keep
Fresh for the opening of the morning’s eye

lines 9 and 10

Such dim-conceived glories of the brain
Bring round the heart an indescribable feud

lines 11 and 12

So do these wonders a most dizzy pain
That mingles Grecian grandeur with the rude

lines 13 and 14

Wasting of old Time—with a billowy main—
A sun—a shadow of a magnitude