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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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