a vision of byzantium–a fragment
The Sun shone in Byzantium;
Bright rays of morn struck the Golden Horn
And in the palace of the Emperor
Organic being sat enthroned.
The glory of empires,
God housed under St. Wisdom’s dome
Fitting all to the heavenly hierarchy
By the descent of the Dove alone.
Pure love of pure blood,
The Paraclete changed and exchanged in the veins
Of patrician and peasant alike.
O dawn of crimson beauty
In victory thy champions sing
Of substantial glories in forms of stories,
And the King above all high kings…