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 a Friend Whose Work Has Come to Nothing
2. When Helen Lived
3. The Three Beggars
4. To a Wealthy Man Who Promised a Second Subscription to the Dublin Municipal Gallery if It Were Proved the People Wanted Pictures
5. The Attack on 'The Playboy of the Western World', 1907

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