[lit-ideas] Some words to and from W. B. Yeats, on his 153d birthday

  • From: Robert Paul <rpaul@xxxxxxxx>
  • To: lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
  • Date: Wed, 13 Jun 2018 19:49:42 -0700

This is the fourth—and last—stanza of *Sailing to Byzantium.*

Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.

   —————————————
Robert Paul, Lake Oswego OR


















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