'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight
by Emily Jane Brontë
'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.
Crossposted at Cherie's Place.
Thanks, Cherie from James.
by Emily Jane Brontë
'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.
Crossposted at Cherie's Place.
Thanks, Cherie from James.
Do I have to comment differently at both places Cherie? Lovely image of a warm summer's evening, one we are still waiting for, as winter has returned here.
ReplyDeleteYou do and you did, JMB and thanks from both of us.
ReplyDeleteI am glad you both like it :-) Now I guess I have to do a different comment too so I will let you into a secret...
ReplyDeleteI nearly fell over taking that photograph!