| THE unpurged images of day recede; The Emperor's drunken soldiery are abed; Night resonance recedes, night walkers' song After great catherdral gong; A starlit of a moonlit dome disdains All that man is, All mere complexities, The fury and the mire of human veins. Before me floats an image, man or shade, Shade more than man, more image than a shade; For Hades' bobbin bound in mummy-cloth May unwind the winding path; A mouth that has no moisture and no breath Breathless mouths may summon; I hail the superhuman; I call it death-in-life and life-in-death. Miracle, bird or golden handiwork, more miracle than bird or handiwork, Planted on the strar-lit golden bough, Can like the cocks of Hades crow, Or, by the moon embittered, scorn aloud Common bird or petel And all complexities of mire or blood. At midnight on the Emperor's pavement flit Flames that no faggot feeds, nor steel has lit, Nor storm disturbs, flames begotten of flame, Where blood-begotten spirits come And all compexities of fury leave, Dying into a dance, An agony of trance, An agony of flame tht connot singe a sleeve. Astraddle on the dolphin's mire and blood, Spirit after Spirit! The smithies break the flood. Marbles of the dancing floor Break bitter furies of complesity, Those images tha yet Fresh images beget, That dolphin-torn, that gong-tormented sea. |
| Byzantium |