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Walter de la Mare


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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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Walter de la Mare (1873 - 1956) was a British author of diverse talent who wrote everything from horror stories to children's books. Known to family and friends as "Jack," his work tended to focus around the themes of childhood, imagination, and the supernatural. Happily married to a woman ten years his senior, with whom he had four children, Walter spent nearly twenty years working as a bookkeeper before a government pension finally allowed him to fully devote his time to writing. For more information, visit The Walter de la Mare Society website.

 


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lincolnhartford:
A "lovely, quiet" poem on a Sunday evening feels so good, so right.
Posted 12/14/2014 07:37 PM
Buckner14:
This used to be one of my favorites. Thank you for posting it now!
Posted 12/14/2014 04:26 PM
pwax:
I hadn't known this lovely, quiet poem, and am glad you've introduced me to it, Jayne. Thank you.
Posted 12/14/2014 11:16 AM
Dorcas:
I view a silver wolf/dog. Very nice. Mystical. Brings an image
Posted 12/14/2014 11:02 AM
paradea:
Never read this. Great one to memorize and recite to my grand-daughter. Love it.
Posted 12/14/2014 10:06 AM
tannerlynne:
I love this poem. I memorized it more than fifty years ago.Thank you for bringing it back to me.
Posted 12/14/2014 08:21 AM
rhonasheridan:
One of my long-time favourite poems. Thank you. It has greatly improved a nasty day. Those shoon swept away some very break weather.
Posted 12/14/2014 01:25 AM
Joe Sottile:
Bravo, Walt!
Posted 12/13/2014 11:34 PM
Ross Kightly:
The old geezer is also a pedant who checked to discover that as suspected 'shoon' is (mainly) Scots dialect rather than archaic. He also apologises for the unclosed ) previously. Standards!!
Posted 12/13/2014 11:24 PM
Ross Kightly:
Here's an old geezer who even as a child thought Jack was lucky with the archaic plural of 'shoes'! But the poem really does demonstrate why those of us with taste prefer argent to the vulgar bling of or on our coats of arms. (Snobbery Alert! Ed. Many thanks for this reminder!
Posted 12/13/2014 11:16 PM


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