William Butler Yeats

County Dublin / Ireland
William Butler Yeats
County Dublin / Ireland
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The Player Queen

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MY mother dandled me and sang,
'How young it is, how young! '
And made a golden cradle
That on a willow swung.
'He went away,' my mother sang,
'When I was brought to bed,'
And all the while her needle pulled
The gold and silver thread.
She pulled the thread and bit the thread
And made a golden gown,
And wept because she had dreamt that I
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Tuesday, December 31, 2002
Topic(s) of this poem: mother
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