Author 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. Tags god night song love Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments