Poem by Emily Jane Brontë

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 Elder's Rebuke
2. Warning and Reply
3. Often Rebuked, Yet Always Back Returning
4. The Wind Was Rough Which Tore
5. If Grief For Grief Can Touch Thee

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