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.
Clar de luna,clar de luna de vara de Emily Bronte
Clar de luna , clar de luna de vara ,
Totul e diafan , frumos , plin de soapte ,
Respira dulce-n tot ce e afara
Solemna ora a miezului de noapte.
Dar mai ales se simte-n arbori , trimitand
Spre inaltime ramuri parfumate ,
Sau in a trunchiurilor aplecate , imprumutand
Acoperis sub cerurile instelate.
In mijlocul acestor salbatice frunzare ,
O preafrumoasa faptura sta culcata ,
Iarba cea verde si lujerii cu roua-n floare
Bland se coboara spre capul de fata.
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