In the cool of the night time br The clocks pick off the points br And the mainsprings loosen. br They will need winding. br One of these days br they will need winding. br br Rabelais in red boards, br Walt Whitman in green, br Hugo in ten-cent paper covers, br Here they stand on shelves br In the cool of the night time br And there is nothing . . . . br To be said against them . . . . br Or for them . . . . br In the cool of the night time br And the docks. br br A man in pigeon-gray pyjamas. br The open window begins at his feet br And goes taller than his head. br Eight feet high is the pattern. br br Moon and mist make an oblong layout. br Silver at the man's bare feet. br He swings one foot in a moon silver. br And it costs nothing. br br (One more day of bread and work. br One more day . . . .so much rags . br br The man barefoot in moon silver br Mutters "You" and "You" br To things hidden br In the cool of the night time, br In Rabelais, Whitman, Hugo, br In an oblong of moon mist. br br Out from the window . . . . prairielands. br Moon mist whitens a golf ground. br Whiter yet is a limestone quarry. br The crickets keep on chirring. br br Switch engines of the Great Western br Sidetrack box cars, make up trains br For Weehawken, Oskaloosa, Saskatchewan; br The cattle, the coal, the corn, must go br In the night . . . . on the prairielands. br br Chuff-chuff go the pulses. br They beat in the cool of the night time. br Chuff-chuff and chuff-chuff . . . . br These heartbeats travel the night a mile br And touch the moon silver at the window br And the hones of the man. br It costs nothing. br br Rabelais in red boards, br Whitman in green, br Hugo in ten-cent paper covers, br Here they stand on shelves br In the cool of the night time br And the clocks.