Sailing To Byzantium - Rejected Lines

I therefore travel towards Byzantium
Among these sun-browned pleasant mariners
Another dozen days & we shall come
Under the jetty & the marble stairs 
But now these pleasant dark skinned mariners
Carry me toward that great Byzantium
And ageless beauty where age is living 
That I may look on St. Sophia’s Dome
On gold-embedded saints and emperors
After the mirroring waters and the foam
Where the dark, drowsy fins a moment rise
Of fish that carry souls to paradise.

W.B.Yeats By Augustus John