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. Often Rebuked, Yet Always Back Returning
2. Shall Earth No More Inspire Thee
3. The Wind Was Rough Which Tore
4. The Wanderer from the Fold
5. That Wind I Used to Hear It Swelling

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