The Mind
The Everlasting Voices
From The Wind Among the Reeds (1899)
The Mind
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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Yeats, W. B. “The Everlasting Voices.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/yeats/182/.
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Yeats, W. B. “The Everlasting Voices.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/yeats/182/.
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