The poet is awake late at night in a tower overlooking the sea, as a storm rages outside. It seems that nothing stands as a windbreak between him and that storm. It’s not that he fears for himself, but his little child, a baby girl, lies in her cradle. And, he says, a great gloom is in his mind.
The poet is William Butler Yeats, and the storm…
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