Emily Jane Brontë (Эмили Бронте)

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. 

1. The Wind Was Rough Which Tore
2. I See Around Me Tombstones Grey
3. Yes, Holy Be Thy Resting Place
4. High Waving Heather 'Neath Stormy Blasts Bending
5. Often Rebuked, Yet Always Back Returning

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