"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-stepped flowers
Wave gently round her head.

h, du er n en perle, Emily Bront!

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indiehjerte

indiehjerte

29, Oslo

Ida Brenden Engholt (f. 1983). Litteraturviter, sprknerd og musikkentusiast med sans for det meste innen indiesjangeren. Samler p fine tekopper, band t-skjorter og rare ord. Ogs er det mer Elizabeth Bennett i meg enn Anna Karenina. Heldigvis.

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