A CRADLE SONGBy William Butler YeatsTHE angels are stoopingAbove your bed;They weary of troopingWith the whimpering dead.

God’s laughing in HeavenTo see you so good;The Sailing SevenAre gay with his mood.

I sigh that kiss you,For I must ownThat I shall miss youWhen you have grown.

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