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“The Chambermaid’s First Song” by W. B. Yeats 🇮🇪 (13 Jun 1865 – 28 Jan 1939)
How came this ranger
Now sunk in rest,
Stranger with stranger.
On my cold breast?
What’s left to sigh for?
Strange night has come;
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God’s love has hidden him
Out of all harm,
Pleasure has made him
Weak as a worm.
1938.