The houses are haunted <br />By white night-gowns. <br />None are green, <br />Or purple with green rings, <br />Or green with yellow rings, <br />Or yellow with blue rings. <br />None of them are strange, <br />With socks of lace <br />And beaded ceintures. <br />People are not going <br />To dream of baboons and periwinkles. <br />Only, here and there, an old sailor, <br />Drunk and asleep in his boots, <br />Catches Tigers <br />In red weather.<br /><br />Wallace Stevens<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/disillusionment-of-ten-o-clock/
