William Butler Yeats (Уильям Батлер Йейтс)
That the Night Come
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.
William Butler Yeats’s other poems:
- Under Ben Bulben
- To Be Carved on a Stone at Ballylee
- In Memory of Alfred Pollexfen
- The Municipal Gallery Revisited
- Maid Quiet
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