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. To Ireland in the Coming Times
2. The Dedication to a Book of Stories Selected from the Irish Novelists
3. The Lamentation of the Old Pensioner
4. The Pity of Love
5. The Old Men Admiring Themselves in the Water

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