Thursday, October 16, 2008

A Craddle Song


John Whalley, Refuge, 2005


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.

--
William Butler Yeats --

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