The Winds of Wonder

Night has a cause to be

The souls of the stars jumped into the night,

Curious of the mystery deep in her thoughts;

There burns a fire, unseen, in dark core of things,

A will concealing the indefatigable will;

Therefore are born desires of the silver morn,

And rivers susurrantly go to the sea;

And the sea comes back to hills and valleys,

In richness of the light that had given the night.

26 November 2024

‘Silver’ (1913) 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

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;

A moveless fish in the water gleams

By silver reeds in a silver stream.