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Friday, September 9, 2011

By The Light Of The Silvery Moon


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 coat 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.



Silver : Walter de la Mare

13 comments:

Clipped Wings said...

Very beautiful.

Merisi said...

Beautiful!

Have you ever heard Cecilia Bartoli sing "Vaga Luna"?

Country Gal said...

Beautiful photo and poem !
Have a great day !

Barbara Anne said...

How lovely!

Everything here is sparkling with moisture in the morning sunshine following the rains we've had this week.

Hugs!

Louise said...

What an absolutely beautiful shot!

Sandra said...

beautiful so very beautiful, the window and the words

Snapper II said...

Awsome. I dont know how that was done but it is unique.
Great poem.

Gerry Snape said...

Walter De La Mare...in the basket with my favourite poets...
...thankyou Jo!

Trish said...

Beautiful. Thanks for sharing.

Sharon said...

Pretty poem!

Last night, although the moon isn't full yet, the critters outside all acted like it was - must have been 4 am before I finally passed out.

troutbirder said...

Lovely choice of poetry. I enjoyed them. Thanks. :)

Tweedles -- that's me said...

So very beautiful!
love
tweedles

myomyohi said...

Cool pic. Love it and the poem.