Archived Love Poems

 

She Comes Not When Noon Is on the Roses
by 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.

.....She comes not when Noon is on the Roses by Herbert Trench (1865-1923)

 

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