The Chambermaid's First Song

by William Butler Yeats

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.

Last updated July 04, 2015