May the charming words of this tender poem sweeten your day.
THE angels are stooping
Above your bed;
They weary of trooping
With the whimpering dead.
God's laughing in Heaven
To see you so good;
The Sailing Seven
Are gay with His mood.
I sigh then kiss you,
For I must own
That I shall miss you
When you have grown.
--Did You Know: Yeats studied poetry in his youth, and from an early age was fascinated by both Irish legends and the occult. Those topics feature in the first phase of his work, which lasted roughly until the turn of the century.
--Word of the Day: iconoclast \ahy-KON-uh-klast\, noun:
Meaning: A person who attacks cherished beliefs or institutions as foolish or wrong
Example: In the end, Miles characterizes Zappa, for better or worse, as "an iconoclast in the male tradition of Neal Cassady, Hunter S. Thompson, William S. Burroughs, Ken Kesey, Allen Ginsberg, Lenny Bruce and the early Norman Mailer."
(Carmela Ciuraru, LA Time)
--Quote of the Day: Only those who look with the eyes of children can lose themselves in the object of their wonder.
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