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 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.
-Walter de la Mare
Gladsome Lights 
What a great poem to read aloud with all the sibilance of repeated “silver.” Shivery, almost.
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This is one of my favourite poems – that I have featured on my blog too – which I had to learn by heart in order to recite it at a school concert when I was in Grade 2 🙂 🙂 🙂
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Lovely, Anne!
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One can depend on Walter de la Mare to write a simple, lovely poem. I rate his poems right up there with Robert Frost 💗💗
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