English poem
A Cradle Song
by W. B. Yeats
"Coth yani me von gilli beg, 'N heur ve thu more a creena."
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 Shining Seven Are gay with His mood.
I kiss you and kiss you, My pigeon, my own; Ah, how I shall miss you When you have grown.