Frederic Herbert Trench Poems

O dreamy, gloomy, friendly Trees,
I came along your narrow track
To bring my gifts unto your knees
And gifts did you give back;
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She comes not when Noon is on the roses-
Too bright is Day.
She comes not to the Soul till it reposes
From work and play.
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Since I have given thee all my very heart,
Since I have staked so deep and dangerously
All that I have of hope till breath depart
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If thou hast squander'd years to grave a gem
Commission'd by thy absent Lord, and while
'Tis incomplete,
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Fear? Yes_ . . . I heard you saying
In an Oxford common-room
Where the hearth-light's kindly raying
Stript the empanelled walls of gloom,
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