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.
William Butler Yeats
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-chambermaid-s-first-song/
