The Everlasting Voices by William Butler Yeats 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.