|
Yeats,
William Butler
|
 Email Poem
A Cradle Song
|
|
Written 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
|
|
|