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POEMS OF EMILY BRONTË

XVIII

'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight,
All soft, and still, and fair;
The silent time of midnight
Shines sweetly 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.

May 13, 1840.