The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats: Definitive Edition, with the author’s final revisions
Author: W.B. Yeats
Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmith 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.
-“from ‘Sailing to Byzantium”
A nice reading copy with quite a few marks from previous readers.