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

A Cradle Song

Poem 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.

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beautiful poem.......
beautiful poem about wanting your childrento stay young.
beautiful poem about wanting your kids to stay young.
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!)
Fine poem. The cradle song is good enough only when the babe is babe. When it is grown up the distance is wide. the last lines mean that.