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:
Very interesting poem!
Thanks! Very touchy poem. Yeats is one of my fav poets.
Oyy what happened. I heard the sad news about your new grandson! Please call me!
I'll call you tomorrow!
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