Exquisite. My own favourites are Sailing To Byzantium, of which I quoted part of a stanza a few posts back [and used a couple of years ago on a thread when I turned 80], and Aedh Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven

Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.