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”
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