In summer moonlight

Moonlight, summer moonlight,

All soft, and still and fair;

The solemn hour of midnight

Breathes sweetly 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.