(thing) by TheLordScribe Fri Jun 08 2001 at 3:06:19
Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way and that, she peers and sees
Silver fluid 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 peer
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 reed in a silver stream.



-Walter de la Mare

I like it!