O sages standing in God's holy fire—William Butler Yeats, "Sailing to Byzantium" (1928)
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
fastened to a dying animal
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