it instantly reminded me - for some odd reason, as it refers to a different historical period - of the description that the Canterville ghost gave to the graveyard:



'Far away beyond the pine woods,' he answered, in a low dreamy voice, 'there is a little garden. There the grass grows long and deep, there are the great white stars of the hemlock flower, there the nightingale sings all night long. All night long he sings, and the cold, crystal moon looks down, and the yew-tree spreads out its giant arms over the sleepers.'



it must be that melancholic/romantic mood you mentioned.