Poetry Archives
@ eMule.com
      
advanced
tips
   
 Poetry » Classic Poets » William Butler Yeats »
 A Cradle Song
 E-Mail  Printable View

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.