W.B. Yeats (1865–1939).  The Wind Among the Reeds.  1899. 
2. The Everlasting Voices 

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.
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