In the quiet woods I roam, Beneath the trees so tall, Nature sings a gentle tome, In the night’s enchanting thrall.
The moonlight bathes the ground, In silvered beams so bright, In a world so profound, I lose myself in night.
- Mary E Wilkins Freeman
In the quiet woods I roam, Beneath the trees so tall, Nature sings a gentle tome, In the night’s enchanting thrall.
The moonlight bathes the ground, In silvered beams so bright, In a world so profound, I lose myself in night.