Slowly, silently, now the moon <br />Walks the night in her silver shoon; <br />This way, and that, she peers, and sees <br />Silver fruit upon silver trees; <br />One by one the casements catch <br />Her beams beneath the silvery thatch; <br />Couched in his kennel, like a log, <br />With paws of silver sleeps the dog; <br />From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep <br />Of doves in silver feathered sleep <br />A harvest mouse goes scampering by, <br />With silver claws, and silver eye; <br />And moveless fish in the water gleam, <br />By silver reeds in a silver stream.<br /><br />Walter de la Mare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silver/
