WB Yeats: A Cradle Song

This one is from back in 2014.

A CRADLE SONG 

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 that kiss you, 

For I must own 

That I shall miss you 

When you have grown. 

Caimance-lire 

Aini luhtear 

Caimalyanna orte; 

Yerne ohtallo 

As qualini naice. 

Mi Menel Eru 

Marielyainen raina; 

Indorya tyare 

Itselohte merya. 

Foanya tye míqua 

An ora nin lave 

Ta penuvanyel 

Yas vea nauvalye.