Is (I know I'm wussing out, but have used all my long, live and dead quotes already in here).

She Comes Not by Herbert Trench

She comes not when noon is on the roses –
Too bright is day
She comes not to the soul til it reposes
From work and play

But when the night is on the hills and the
Great voices roll in from the sea
In starlight and candle-light and dreamlight,
She comes to me.