The moon is full this winter night; The stars are clear, though few;And every window glistens bright,With leaves of frozen dew. The sweet moon through your lattice gleamsAnd lights your room like day;And there you pass, in happy dreams,The peaceful hours away! From Honour’s Martyr by Anne Bronte The following article will reflect upon theContinue reading “The Moon In Jane Eyre. Part I: At Gateshead And Lowood”
Rereading Jane Eyre 