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. — Herbert Trench Copy Share Image
“She comes not when noon is on the roses - Too bright is day. She comes not to the soul till it reposes From… — Herbert Trench Copy Share Image
Come, let us make love deathless, thou and I, Seeing that our footing on the Earth is brief- Seeing that her multitudes sweep out… — Herbert Trench Copy Share Image
