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The Player Queen
Author: William Butler Yeats
Electronic edition compiled and proof-read by Beatrix Färber, Juliette Maffet
Funded by School of History, University College, Cork
1. First draft.
Extent of text: 535 words
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Text ID Number: E910001-017
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- A bibliography is available online at the official web site of the Nobel Prize. See: http://nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/literature/laureates/1923/yeats-bibl.html
The edition used in the digital edition
- William Butler Yeats The Player Queen in , Ed. William Butler Yeats Responsibilities and other Poems. The Macmillan Company, New York, (1916) page 5960
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Created: By William Butler Yeats (18651939).
Date range: before 1916.
Use of language
Language: [EN] The poem is in English.
Corpus of Electronic Texts Edition: E910001-017
The Player Queen: Author: William Butler Yeats
- (Song from an Unfinished Play)
- 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?