A Disillusionment of Ten O'Clock

The houses are haunted

    By white night-gowns.

    None are green,

    Or purple with green rings,

    Or green with yellow rings,

    Or yellow with blue rings.

    None of them are strange,

    With socks of lace

    And beaded ceintures.

    People are not going

    To dream of baboons and periwinkles.

    Only, here and there, an old sailor,

    Drunk and asleep in his boots,

    Catches Tigers

    In red weather.