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.
Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths 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.
저것은 늙은 사람들의 나라가 아니다.
팔에 팡을 낀 젊은이들, 숲 속의 새들,
- 저 죽음의 세대들은 - 저희들의 노래에 취하고,
연어 오르는 폭포, 고등어 우글거리는 바다
고기나 짐승이나 새들은 온 여름동안
생겨서 나서 죽는 온갖 것들을 찬양한다.
모두들 관능의 음악에 취…(생략)