The city of Byzantium
I imagine like a bezel-jewel
Guarded in a golden ring,
But it is far away.

Some think where I have come
A wilderness cold and cruel,
Savage, dark, and unyielding,
But I am in her sway.

If between the two I succumb
Beholden to the dual
What town would of me sing?
Which shore would know my lay?

Am I to sail to such a shore, or stay and save
This world – or slip away into the ocean wave?