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The Player Queen

Author: William Butler Yeats

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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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  1. A bibliography is available online at the official web site of the Nobel Prize. See:
    The edition used in the digital edition
  1. William Butler Yeats The Player Queen in , Ed. William Butler Yeats Responsibilities and other Poems. The Macmillan Company, New York, (1916) page 59–60


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Created: By William Butler Yeats (1865–1939). Date range: before 1916.

Use of language

Language: [EN] The poem is in English.

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Corpus of Electronic Texts Edition: E910001-017

The Player Queen: Author: William Butler Yeats


  1. (Song from an Unfinished Play)
  2. MY mother dandled me and sang,
    'How young it is, how young!'
    And made a golden cradle
    That on a willow swung.
  3. 'He went away,' my mother sang,
    'When I was brought to bed,'
    And all the while her needle pulled
    The gold and silver thread.
  4. 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.

  5. p.60

  6. '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.'
  7. How therefore could she help but braid
    The gold into my hair,
    And dream that I should carry
    The golden top of care?