'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight, <br />All soft and still and fair; <br />The solemn hour of midnight <br />Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere, <br /> <br />But most where trees are sending <br />Their breezy boughs on high, <br />Or stooping low are lending <br />A shelter from the sky. <br /> <br />And there in those wild bowers <br />A lovely form is laid; <br />Green grass and dew-steeped flowers <br />Wave gently round her head.<br /><br />Emily Jane Brontë<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tis-moonlight-summer-moonlight/
