tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27793932.post7634045093109276185..comments2023-08-20T04:17:58.716-07:00Comments on Bibliophilia Obscura: The Stolen Child by W. B. YeatsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27793932.post-91732035167319830202011-04-06T08:43:40.940-07:002011-04-06T08:43:40.940-07:00This early poem of Yeats is a sentimental favorite...This early poem of Yeats is a sentimental favorite. I came to it soon after hearing the lovely version by The Waterboys. In 2000, as we expected our first child, with all the accompanying anxiety, the poem took on a more immediate meaning - the fear of loosing a special treasure. Do parents ever loose that anxiety? Another of Yeats' poems that I have quoted to my son, and to his little brother is "A Cradle Song":<br /><br /><i>The angels are stooping<br />Above your bed;<br />They weary of trooping<br />With the whimpering dead.<br /><br />God's laughing in Heaven<br />To see you so good;<br />The Sailing Seven<br />Are gay with His mood.<br /><br />I sigh that kiss you,<br />For I must own<br />That I shall miss you<br />When you have grown.</i> <br /><br />"I shall miss you when you have grown." There is a poignant melancholy in these poems.Makif'athttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09324448755764376914noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27793932.post-51346153357113364502011-04-06T08:41:53.347-07:002011-04-06T08:41:53.347-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.Makif'athttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09324448755764376914noreply@blogger.com