“We have seen many colors together,
The color of the dying moon, the turquoise of men’s lips in death,
So we need wear no colors;
We can draw our shaggy coats around us
And sleepily,
sle-e-e-e-e-pily, sleep-i-i-i-i-i-ly,
dr-o-w-s-i-l-y, d-r-o-w-sily,
s-m-i-i-i-i-i-le.
“At the halting places
We drink at bright pools by the trees;