Once Out of Nature.....

Miracle, bird or golden handiwork,
More miracle than bird or handiwork,
Planted on the star-lit golden bough,
Can like the cocks of Hades crow,
Or, by the moon embittered, scorn aloud
In glory of changeless metal
Common bird or petal
And all complexities of mire or blood.

—W. B. Yeats: Byzantium

Posted by ShakespearesDebtor at December 2, 2014 7:09 AM