{"product_id":"2940014053549","title":"The Tower","description":"That is no country for old men.  The young\u003cbr\u003eIn one another's arms, birds in the trees\u003cbr\u003e--Those dying generations--at their song,\u003cbr\u003eThe salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,\u003cbr\u003eFish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long\u003cbr\u003eWhatever is begotten, born, and dies.\u003cbr\u003eCaught in that sensual music all neglect\u003cbr\u003eMonuments of unageing intellect.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eII\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAn aged man is but a paltry thing,\u003cbr\u003eA tattered coat upon a stick, unless\u003cbr\u003eSoul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing\u003cbr\u003eFor every tatter in its mortal dress,\u003cbr\u003eNor is there singing school but studying\u003cbr\u003eMonuments of its own magnificence;\u003cbr\u003eAnd therefore I have sailed the seas and come\u003cbr\u003eTo the holy city of Byzantium.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIII\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eO sages standing in God's holy fire\u003cbr\u003eAs in the gold mosaic of a wall,\u003cbr\u003eCome from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,\u003cbr\u003eAnd be the singing-masters of my soul.\u003cbr\u003eConsume my heart away; sick with desire\u003cbr\u003eAnd fastened to a dying animal\u003cbr\u003eIt knows not what it is; and gather me\u003cbr\u003eInto the artifice of eternity.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIV\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOnce out Of nature I shall never take\u003cbr\u003eMy bodily form from any natural thing,\u003cbr\u003eBut such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make\u003cbr\u003eOf hammered gold and gold enamelling\u003cbr\u003eTo keep a drowsy Emperor awake;\u003cbr\u003eOr set upon a golden bough to sing\u003cbr\u003eTo lords and ladies of Byzantium\u003cbr\u003eOf what is past, or passing, or to come.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHE TOWER\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhat shall I do with this absurdity--\u003cbr\u003eO heart, O troubled heart--this caricature,\u003cbr\u003eDecrepit age that has been tied to me\u003cbr\u003eAs to a dog's tail?\u003cbr\u003eNever had I more\u003cbr\u003eExcited, passionate, fantastical\u003cbr\u003eImagination, nor an ear and eye\u003cbr\u003eThat more expected the impossible--\u003cbr\u003eNo, not in boyhood when with rod and fly,\u003cbr\u003eOr the humbler worm, I climbed Ben Bulben's back\u003cbr\u003eAnd had the livelong summer day to spend.\u003cbr\u003eIt seems that I must bid the Muse go pack,\u003cbr\u003eChoose Plato and Plotinus for a friend\u003cbr\u003eUntil imagination, ear and eye,\u003cbr\u003eCan be content with argument and deal\u003cbr\u003eIn abstract things; or be derided by\u003cbr\u003eA sort of battered kettle at the heel.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eII\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI pace upon the battlements and stare\u003cbr\u003eOn the foundations of a house, or where\u003cbr\u003eTree, like a sooty finger, starts from the earth;\u003cbr\u003eAnd send imagination forth\u003cbr\u003eUnder the day's declining beam, and call\u003cbr\u003eImages and memories\u003cbr\u003eFrom ruin or from ancient trees,\u003cbr\u003eFor I would ask a question of them all.","brand":"WDS Publishing","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47152705700080,"sku":"2940014053549","price":2.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940014053549_p0.jpg?v=1763599837","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940014053549","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}