Night Mother night is lapping; Sleepy cheeks, dozing faces,
Mother night is patting; Cells drenched in garment of tiredness, Troublesome children fighting in their dreams.
Mother night is petting; that man who drank with the gods of wine, that woman who jumps from house to house, Like a bee scouting for nectar
Day like a choleric Father is waiting; for the rising of the sun, the death of Night, the wake of a laborious day...