—— By Walter de la Mare
Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Sliver 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 motionless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.

银 白
月 神 着 素 履，
轻 悄 飘 环 宇。
偶 然 窥 果 园，
果 实 白 如 玉。
茅 屋 凝 霜 雪，
窗 棂 银 光 聚。
柴 门 无 犬 吠，
悠 然 美 梦 居。
白 鸽 梦 中 觑，
清 辉 照 银 羽。
玉 鼠 奔 如 电，
银 光 映 眼 眸。
芦 苇 白 似 雪，
鱼 儿 不 潜 游。