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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.

— Walter de la Mare

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Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog.

Look thy last on all things lovely,
Every hour—let no night
Seal thy sense in deathly slumber
Till to delight
Thou hast paid thy utmost blessing.

Experience seems to be like the shining of a bright lantern. It suddenly makes clear in the mind what was already there perhaps, but dim.

Come Hither (1923)

Old Rover in his moss-greened house
Mumbles a bone, and barks at a mouse.

Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon.

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