Frederic Herbert Trench

(1865-1923 / Ireland)

She Comes Not When Noon Is On The Roses... - Poem by Frederic Herbert Trench

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.

But when Night is on the hills, and the great Voices
Roll in from Sea,
By starlight and by candlelight and dreamlight
She comes to me.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 8, 2010



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