The Wind Among the Reeds/To my Heart, bidding it have no Fear

by William Butler Yeats

TO MY HEART, BIDDING IT HAVE NO FEAR

Be you still, be you still, trembling heart;
Remember the wisdom out of the old days:
Him^{[errata 1]} who trembles before the flame and the flood,
And the winds that blow through the starry ways,
Let the starry winds and the flame and the flood
Cover over and hide, for he has no part
With the proud, majestical multitude.

Errata

1. Original: He was amended to Him: detail