Moonlight, Summer Moonlight

'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight,
All soft and still and fair;
The solemn hour of midnight
Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere,

But most where trees are sending
Their breezy boughs on high,
Or stooping low are lending
A shelter from the sky.

And there in those wild bowers
A lovely form is laid;
Green grass and dew-steeped flowers
Wave gently round her head.

by Emily Jane Brontë

Comments (1)

Very nice. Reminds me of the low pastures and the woods that I used to play in sometimes. If you could read some of my poems, that would be nice.