| 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. |