Treasure Island

William Butler Yeats

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

A Cradle Song


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.

Submitted: Tuesday, May 15, 2001
Edited: Tuesday, May 15, 2001

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  • 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

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