A Cradle Song Comments
THE angels are stooping
Above your bed;
They weary of trooping
With the whimpering dead.
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Forever a child you shall be To me your eternal mother Even as angels sing and leap Admiring you my golden flower (such innocence and sensitivity in the poet - W B Yates Please come back!)
Fine poem. The cradle song is good enough only when the babe is babe. When it is grown up the distance is wide. the last lines mean that.
Such a cute poem! Fabulous! Children are angels but when they grow up they shed their wings.
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7/19/2025 2:21:47 AM # 1.0.0
There is a note about the personal life of the poet. Perhaps the love and affection of a father for his daughter.