Silver

Slowly, silently, now the

Walks the night in her silver shoon;

This way, and that, she peers, and

Silver fruit upon silver trees;

One by one the casements

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

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.