Poem by William Butler Yeats

A Cradle Song

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. 

1. Tom at Cruachan
2. Parting
3. Dream of a Blessed Spirit
4. Under Ben Bulben
5. Love's Loneliness

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