英文诗歌300首 A CRADLE SONG

A CRADLE SONG

By William Butler Yeats

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.