Poems of Eternus

We who are old and Blessed

We who are old, old and blest, 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:

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