William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс)

A Cradle Song

"Coth yani me von gilli beg,
'N heur ve thu more a creena."

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. The Old Men Admiring Themselves in the Water
2. The Rose of Peace
3. The Ballad of Father Gilligan
4. The Rose of Battle
5. Мудрость приходит с годами • The Coming of Wisdom with Time

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