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. 

Emily Jane Brontë’s other poems:

  1. Honour’s Martyr
  2. Shall Earth No More Inspire Thee
  3. I See Around Me Tombstones Grey
  4. Yes, Holy Be Thy Resting Place
  5. The Philosopher

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