W.B. Yeats (1865–1939). The Wind Among the Reeds. 1899.

20. 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 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.