The Chambermaids First Song

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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