Silver Paraphrase

by Walter de la Mare

Poem	Paraphrase
Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon;	The moon is rising, casting its silvery light.
This way, and that, she peers, and sees Silver fruit upon silver trees;	The moon moves over the trees, making them appear silver.
One by one the casements catch Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;	The moon is reflecting on the window.
Couched in his kennel, like a log, With paws of silver sleeps the dog;	The dog is sleeping in the dog house. The moon light is reflecting off his paws.
From their shadowy coat the white breasts peep Of doves in a silver-feathered sleep;	The doves are sleeping and the moon is reflecting off their chest.
A harvest mouse goes scampering by, With silver claws, and silver eye;	The harvest mouse running by, and the moon is reflecting on his claws and eyes.
And moveless fish in the water gleam, By silver reeds in a silver stream.	The fish are motionless, and the moon is reflecting off the stream.

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