<yeats' "that the night come"> 2002-11-24.7:40 p.m. That the Night Come WB 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. back /& forth /& frosting names are often sad