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.