William Butler Yeats

(13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland)

The Chambermaid's First Song - Poem by William Butler Yeats

HOW came this ranger
Now sunk in rest,
Stranger with strangcr.
On my cold breast?
What's left to Sigh for?
Strange night has come;
God's love has hidden him
Out of all harm,
Pleasure has made him
Weak as a worm.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 17, 2001

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