That The Night Come

By William Butler Yeats

    She lived in storm and strife,
    Her soul had such desire
    For what proud death may bring
    That it could not endure
    The common good of life,
    But lived as ’twere a king
    That packed his marriage day
    With banneret and pennon,
    Trumpet and kettledrum,
    And the outrageous cannon,
    To bundle time away
    That the night come.

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