Explore "She Comes Not When Noon Is on the Roses" by Herbert Trench on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
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.