William Butler Yeats - A Cradle Song lyrics

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William Butler Yeats - A Cradle Song lyrics

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.