Poem Hunter
(1873 - 1958 / Kent / England)


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.

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Nice poem..thanks
Why does the poet call the fish moveless
I am sure.... You are the modern William Blake... God bless you
‘Remember beautiful poem ‘it’s exquisite Description of mysterious moon
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