Finding a summer poem I would like was not so easy. Generally I am not about the hot days or summer activities. But when I saw this poem by Emily Brontë I knew this was perfect as it spoke of cooler nights and the magic of the moon.

‘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.

The moon and all its magic works hard at night to bring sweetness to the earth come morning dew.

Such a pretty poem to be read.

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