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 dove 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.