~¤Akash¤~
Prime VIP
A Song From 'The Player Queen' by William Butler Yeats
My mother dandled me and sang,'How young it is, how young!'
And made a golden cradle
That on a willow swung.
'He went away,' my mother sang,
'When I was brought to bed,'
And all the while her needle pulled
The gold and silver thread.
She pulled the thread and bit the thread
And made a golden gown,
And wept because she had dreamt that I
Was born to wear a crown.
'When she was got,' my mother sang,
I heard a sea-mew cry,
And saw a flake of the yellow foam
That dropped upon my thigh.'
How therefore could she help but braid
The gold into my hair,
And dream that I should carry
The golden top of care?
http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/william_butler_yeats/poems/10176# http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/william_butler_yeats/poems/10176# http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php...ems.com/poets/william_butler_yeats/poems&tt=0 http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php...ems.com/poets/william_butler_yeats/poems&tt=0 http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php...ems.com/poets/william_butler_yeats/poems&tt=0 http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/william_butler_yeats/poems/10176# http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php...ems.com/poets/william_butler_yeats/poems&tt=0
