Silver

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 (57)

This poem is imaginative and very beautiful
It's soothing and beautiful.
It is a very reflective poem and I enjoyed reading it
This is an amazing poem and he captured the image of night perfectly
I can feel the poem... Written With care with the touch of fantasy... beautiful.
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