Silver

Silver
-Walter de la Mare



 Slowly, silenty, now thw moon

     Walks the night in her silver shoon:

            This way, and that, she peers, and sees

                            Silevr fruits upon silver trees;

One by one the casement 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 a 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.