Quote#Nature
But she, like sighing forests, Stole on me—full of rest, Her hair was…
Quote byHerbert Trench · 1865–1923
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: "The Night", st. 2, in Deirdre Wed, and Other Poems, p. 86.
English (original)
But she, like sighing forests, Stole on me—full of rest, Her hair was like the sea's wave, Whiteness was in her breast,— (So does one come, at night, upon a wall of roses.)
— Herbert Trench
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