Tis moonlight

IS moonlight, summer moonlight,

All soft and still and fair;

The solemn hour of

Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere,

But most where trees are

Their breezy boughs on high,

Or stooping low are lendingA shelter from the sky.

And there in those wild bowersA lovely form is laid;

Green grass and dew-steeped

Wave gently round her head.