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The Chambermaid’s First Song

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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Poem The Chambermaid’s First Song - William Butler Yeats
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