Byzantium
The unpurged images of day recede;
The Emperor's drunken soldiery are abed;
Night resonance recedes, night walkers'song
After great cathedral gong;
a starlit or a moonlit dome disdains
All that man is,
All mere complexities,
The fury and the mire of human veins.
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