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.
