Moonlight, Summer Moonlight

Poem By Emily Jane Brontë

'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.

Comments about Moonlight, Summer Moonlight

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.


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