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William Butler Yeats - A Song From `The Player Queen`William Butler Yeats - A Song From `The Player Queen`
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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?
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