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.
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Silver/silvery appears no less than 9 times in this poem. Yet it doesn't appear to be an over-kill of the word So like the moonlight which spreads across the land,so has this word - infiltated the poem lesaving it's silvery glow - beautifully done.
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To Guest Jessica
This poet is describing the way the light of the moon alters whatever it illuminates and gives it a more ethereal colour. It 'silvers' everything doves, trees, water.
de la Mare is painting a picture with words and doing it very well indeed. -
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we thought that the poem silver was very imaginative and interesting. -
Enchanting poem.
I remember it well from my junior school days. We had to learn it in class. One of my favourites. I am so please to have come accross it again.
A beautiful Poem -
Delightful
Thrirteen lines in the poem and he mentions "silver" nine times and gets away with it perfectly to leave us with a truly delightful and enchanting poem that stays with the reader like a spell. -
Great
A short but, oh, so very perfect poem!
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