And, tho' the night was warm, he wore
A muffler at his throat.
And as he went his two lips moved
As if he muttered songs he loved
To an old, unquiet tune;
And as he went his eyes were glazed,
Twice, too, he paused like some one dazed
And hiccoughed at the moon.
Thus thro' the empty ways he passed
Until he reached the road at last