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.
The Everlasting Voices
William Butler Yeats
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Poem topics: time, wind, shore, sweet, flame, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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