Quotes from Herbert Trench

Come, let us make love deathless, thou and I, Seeing that our footing on the Earth is brief- Seeing that her multitudes sweep out to die Mocking at all that passes their belief.

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.

Come, let us make love deathless, thou and I.

Come, let us make love deathless.

Come, let us make love deathless, thou and I