''Silver''
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 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. "
"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 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. "
~ Walter De La Mere 1873 - 1956
This poem has a special place in my heart. I was one of those children who had the experience of being taught by their father. This took place in the last year of primary school and we both have mixed feelings about it. I think that it was hard on both of us. However it hard its advantages too as I certainly had an excellent teacher with a love of poetry. I remember Dad saying that if you learn a poem at the age of eleven you will know it for life. Wise words !
Other July muses can be enjoyed over at Sweet Home and Garden Chicago hosted by Carolyn Gail.
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