Wallace Stevens - Palace of the Babies lyrics

The disbeliever walked the moonlit place
Outside of gates of hammered serafin
Observing the moon-blotches on the walls

The yellow rocked across the still facades
Or else sat spinning on the pinnacles
While he imagined humming sounds and sleep

The walker in the moonlight walked alone
And each blank window of the building balked
His loneliness and what was in his mind:

If in a shimmering room the babies came
Drawn closе by dreams of fledgling wing
It was becausе night nursed them in it's fold

Night nursed not him in whose dark mind
The clambering wings of birds
Of black revolved
Making harsh torment of the solitude

The walker in the moonlight walked alone
And in his heart his disbelief lay cold
His broad-brimmed hat came close
Upon his eyes