"Silver" by Walter de la Mare

[med_cat]

'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.

(Walter de la Mare)

Comments

[duathir.livejournal.com]

Beautiful; thank you - I had forgotten this one.

[med_cat]

You're most welcome! I'd not read this one before; saw it posted on FB recently and thought I'd share.