The Everlasting Voices By W. B. Yeats.

O sweet everlasting
Voices be still;

Go to the guards of
the heavenly fold

And bid them wander
obeying your will

Flame under flame, till
Time be no more;

Have you not heard
that our hearts are
old,

That you call in birds,
in wind on the hill,

In shaken boughs, in
tide on the shore?

O sweet everlasting
Voices be still.