In stanza four “Once out of nature I will never take / my corporeal form from any natural thing, / but a form such as the Greek goldsmiths make / of hammered gold and enamelled gold/to keep a sleepy emperor awake;/or set on a golden branch to sing/to the lords and ladies of Byzantium/of what is past, or passing, or what will come." The author claims to never return to his recent form after being taken out of the natural world. He therefore aspires to involvement in the artifice of eternity. He has a desire to become a songbird made of hammered gold made by Greek goldsmiths. Accordingly, the author wants to place on a golden tree to sing to the inhabitants of Byzantium of the past, present and