W.B. Yeats (1865–1939). Responsibilities and Other Poems. 1916.
27. That the Night come
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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.