william butler yeats

• o sages standing in god's holy fire
  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.
  (sailing to byzantium)
  
  ingiliz şiirinde, romantiklerden sonraki en büyük hareket;yalnız adam, kendi evrenini kendisi kurmuş...