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.
The Chambermaid's First Song
William Butler Yeats
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Poem topics: god, night, hidden, pleasure, weak, cold, stranger, ranger, strange, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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