The lazy ships all lazy lie,
Quiet against the quiet sky.
The little silver ship-lights make
A play of wonder on the lake.

A mist of smoke that blurs the air
Is washed with silver everywhere:
The silver moon, a silvering rose,
Upon the silvered water glows.

Each window on the avenue
Hangs out a star for me and you.
The silvery winds of dusk awake
A flute of silver on the lake.