Wednesday, September 2, 2009

A CRADLE SONG - W. BUTLER YEATS



A Cradle Song


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.


A lullaby for my grandson, Rune Aaron.


6 comments:

Monching said...

Very interesting poem!

Bay Martin said...

Thanks! Very touchy poem. Yeats is one of my fav poets.

MonMon said...

Oyy what happened. I heard the sad news about your new grandson! Please call me!

Bay Martin said...

I'll call you tomorrow!

Pandaigdig said...

Parang malungkot naman ang tulang 'to!

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