The chambermaid's First Song May 28, 2021 - One minute read - 41 words 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. Poetry Yeats Next: The Curse of Cromwell Previous: Sweet Dancer