Slowly, silently, now the moon _x000D_ Walks the night in her silver shoon.
Walter De La MareRead
He got out of bed and peeped through the blinds. To the east and opposite to him gardens and an apple-orchard lay, and there in strange liquid tranquility hung the morning star, and rose, rilling into the dusk of night the first grey of dawn. The street beneath its autumn leaves was vacant, charmed, deserted.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote depicts a serene morning scene, emphasizing the beauty and tranquility of nature as dawn breaks.
In this quote, Walter De La Mare vividly captures a quiet moment as night transitions into day. The imagery of the morning star and the stillness of the surroundings evokes a sense of peace and calm, highlighting the beauty of nature in its early hours. It reflects both the solitude of the moment and the gentle arrival of dawn, inviting contemplation and appreciation for the natural world.
Themes
MorningTranquilityNatureDawnSerenityPeace
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be used during a nature retreat to emphasize the beauty of early mornings.
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