Washed in Silver
Gleaming in silver are the hills, Blazing in silver is the sea, And a silvery radiance spills Where the moon drives royally.
Clad in silver tissue I March magnificently by.
James Stephens
Gleaming in silver are the hills, Blazing in silver is the sea, And a silvery radiance spills Where the moon drives royally.
Clad in silver tissue I March magnificently by.
The speaker describes a nighttime landscape where moonlight transforms everything. Hills gleam silver, the sea blazes silver, and the moon moves across the sky like a royal chariot pouring light over the world. It is not a cold or eerie night; it feels bright, rich, and almost magical.
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