Yeats Again

A PRAYER FOR MY SON

Bid a strong ghost stand at the head

That my Michael may sleep sound,

Nor cry, nor turn in the bed

Till his morning meal come round;

And may departing twilight keep

All dread afar till morning’s back

That his mother may not lack

Her fill of sleep.

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2 Comments

  1. Posted July 27, 2012 at 9:43 pm | Permalink

    That his mother may not lack her fill of sleep. Prettiest lines ever! Really, I’m going to learn how to cross-stitch or embroider or whatever it is so I can put that on a pillow.

    • Headmistress, zookeeper
      Posted July 28, 2012 at 3:28 pm | Permalink

      That was the line that got me, Cindy. So sweet.

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