Write down the theme of the following poem (Not more than 50 words).
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 walked and prayed Because of the great gloom that is in my mind.
A Prayer for My Daughter by W.B. Yeats
Answer : Social anarchy of the contemporary society and a father’s anxiety for her loving daughter is the theme of this poem above. Yeats here expresses his worry about how to protect his new born baby from the hard times ahead.
