Before me floats an image, man or shade,
Shade more than man, more image than a shade;
I hail the superhuman;
I call it death-in-life and life-in-death.
At midnight on the Emperor's pavement flit
Flames that no faggot feeds, nor steel has lit,
Nor storm disturbs, flames begotten of
Where blood-begotten spirits come
And all complexities of fury leave,
Dying into a dance,
An agony of trance,
An agony of flame that cannot singe a sleeve.
William Butler Yeats
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