by Emily Bronte
Victorian · Short · 12 linesnature
'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.
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Shares: nature, Victorian era, short · 14 lines
Shares: nature, Victorian era, short · 14 lines
Shares: nature, Victorian era, short · 14 lines
Shares: nature, Victorian era, short · 12 lines
Shares: nature, Victorian era, short · 14 lines
Shares: nature, Victorian era, short · 12 lines
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