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.