Moonlight is always on its leaves; At noon there is a midnight air About its branches, that deceives Lovers who chance to wander there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE YANKEE'S RETURN FROM CAMP [JUNE, 1775] by EDWARD BANGS LINES TO WILLIAM LINLEY WHILE HE SANG A SONG TO PURCELL'S MUSIC by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE TAM I' THE KIRK by VIOLET JACOB VENUS OF THE LOUVRE by EMMA LAZARUS THE SEARCH FOR LEAVEN by ALTER ABELSON |