Sailing to Byzantium

The classic titles celebrating years of Penguin BooksUnder bare Ben Bulbens headIn Drumcliff churchyard Yeats is laid.An ancestor was rector thereLong years ago, a church stands near,By the road an ancient cross.No marble, no conventional phraseOn limestone quarried near the spotBy his command these words are cut:Cast a cold eyeOn life, on death.Horseman, pass by!