A Faery Song

Sung by the people of faery over Diarmuid and Grania,
In their bridal sleep under a cromlech

We who are old, old and gay,
O so old!
Thousands of years, thousands of years,
If all were told:

Give to these children, new from the world,
Silence and love;
And the long dew-dropping hours of the night,
And the stars above:

Give to these children, new from the world,
Rest far from men
Is anything better, anything better?
Tell us it then;

We who are old, old and gay,
O so old!
Thousands of years, thousands of years,
If all were told.

~by W. B. Yeats