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.

. . . . .W.B. Yeats



Sky Of Grace by Paul Avgerinos