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The Player Queen (Author: William Butler Yeats)

p.59

  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.

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  5. '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.'
  6. How therefore could she help but braid
    The gold into my hair,
    And dream that I should carry
    The golden top of care?