“Silver” – Walter de la Mare

A recent sketch I did, inspired by the October 18 Inktober prompt MOON, reminds me of a favourite poem I memorized when I was a youngster. Maybe it’s a favourite of yours too.

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 a silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream

Walter de la Mare (in the Public Domain)

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