A Disillusionment of Ten O'Clock

The houses are haunted
  By white night-gowns.
  None are green,
  Or purple with green rings,
  Or green with yellow rings,
  Or yellow with blue rings.
  None of them are strange,
  With socks of lace
  And beaded ceintures.
  People are not going
  To dream of baboons and periwinkles.
  Only, here and there, an old sailor,
  Drunk and asleep in his boots,
  Catches Tigers
  In red weather.