A Prayer for my Daughter

by William Butler Yeats (1865-1939) Once more the storm is howling, and half hid Under this cradle hood and coverlid My child sleeps on. There is no obstacle But Gregory’s wood and one bare hill Whereby the haystack- and roof-levelling wind, Bred on the Atlantic, can be stayed; And for an hour I have walkedContinue reading “A Prayer for my Daughter”

To His Mistress Going To Bed

by John Donne Come, Madam, come, all rest my powers defy, Until in labour, I in labour lie. The foe oft-times having the foe in sight Is tir’d with standing though he never fight. Off with that girdle, like heaven’s Zone glistering, But a far fairer world encompassing. Unpin that spangled breastplate which you wear,Continue reading “To His Mistress Going To Bed”