Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep
Of doves in silver feathered sleep
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws, and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.

by Walter de la Mare

Comments (53)

I can feel the poem... Written With care with the touch of fantasy... beautiful.
Everything in silver shine...fantasy rolls into mind mingled into solitude..ah this very...fine..
Loved this silvery light of the moon.
Oh Hi Dan when I was young I never stopped watching ur vids. Love them👍🏻👌🏻
It’s me dan if Walter doesn’t dab i like the poem
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