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:
- Honour’s Martyr
- Shall Earth No More Inspire Thee
- I See Around Me Tombstones Grey
- Yes, Holy Be Thy Resting Place
- The Philosopher
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