William Butler Yeats

(13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland)

A Cradle Song - Poem by William Butler Yeats

THE angels are stooping
Above your bed;
They weary of trooping
With the whimpering dead.
God's laughing in Heaven
To see you so good;
The Sailing Seven
Are gay with His mood.
I sigh that kiss you,
For I must own
That I shall miss you
When you have grown.


Comments about A Cradle Song by William Butler Yeats

  • Gold Star - 21,531 Points * Sunprincess * (5/14/2014 8:42:00 PM)

    ............a sweet poem....a beautiful dedication to children everywhere... (Report) Reply

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,014 Points Krishnakumar Chandrasekar Nair (9/21/2013 10:49:00 AM)

    Forever a child you shall be
    To me your eternal mother
    Even as angels sing and leap
    Admiring you my golden flower

    (such innocence and sensitivity in the poet - W B Yates Please come back!) (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 240 Points K.s.subramanian Subramanian (2/21/2013 7:32:00 AM)

    Fine poem. The cradle song is good enough only when the babe is babe. When it is grown up the distance is wide. the last lines mean that. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 9 Points Srimayee Ganguly (12/24/2012 11:22:00 AM)

    Such a cute poem! Fabulous! Children are angels but when they grow up they shed their wings. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 15, 2001

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 15, 2001


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