She comes not (now)

She comes not when Noon is on the roses --
... Too bright is the day.
She comes not to the Soul til 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.

-- Herbert Trench, "She Comes Not When Noon is On The Roses"