Red-eyed, drinking water by a droplight,
And his own conscience hurt him. Daniel lived.
If Bruce could only raise his eyes a little—
But they were hangdog, or were fixed in fear
On those two stranger women. Why in fear?
The music, though.
“Swing your corner lady!”
Darius, rocking gently on his heels,
Was lost again in that, and in the wild
Mouth organs, going mournful overhead.