That the Night Come

W. B. Yeats(1865–1939)

1914

She lived in storm and strife,Her soul had such desireFor what proud death may bringThat it could not endureThe common good of life,But lived as 'twere a kingThat packed his marriage dayWith banneret and pennon,Trumpet and kettledrum,And the outrageous cannon,To bundle time awayThat the night come.

From Responsibilities (1914), via the English Wikisource transcription.

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