Emily Bronte and Moonlight, Summer Moonlight
I’m not gonna talk about Emily Bronte, come on everyone has heard of Emily Bronte even if only her name.
What I’d like to point out is this: poems don’t have to be long or complicated with difficult words or difficult meanings. No they can be soft and delicate and simple and rhyme.
Just like this.
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.