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.