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 a silver eye; and moveless fish in the water gleam, by silver reeds in a silver stream. source: de la mare, walter. “silver.” poets’ corner. poets’ corner, n. d. web. 6 june 2011. which line from the poem best illustrates alliteration?