She Comes

 

She Comes Not
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 candle-light and dreamlight 
   She comes to me.

 

 
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3 Responses Mar 21, 2009

This is my favorite one!

idllyic; beautiful...

I LOVE this poem too after someone quoted it to me and told me it was who I am to them. It is an awesome poem.