Emily Brontë - 'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight lyrics

'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 gra** and dew-steeped flowers Wave gently round her head.