These lines are from ‘To the Rose Upon the Rood of Time’ by W.B. Yeats.
‘…stars, grown old
In dancing silver-sandalled on the sea,
Sing in their high and lonely melody.’
To a sleeping child
No sea rolls here but the windy sky,
Flecked and specked with scraps of stars,
That blink like pearls in the water’s gloom.
No sea rolls here but the pearls that glow,
In the cloudy depths of the starry sky,
Diadems for the fair folks’ hair,
While we who dance upon the waves
Sleep, at last, on billowed dreams,
In our ears, the night’s wild song,
Soft as rain, and feathered wings,
And the fluttering lids of a sleeping child.