A little trellis stood beside my head, And all the tiny fruitage of its vine Fashioned a shadowy cover to my bed, And I was madly drunk on shadow wine! A lily bell hung sidewise, leaning down, And gowned me in a robe so light and long; And so I dreamed, and drank, and slept, and heard The lily's song. Lo, for a house, the shadow of the moon; For golden money, all the daisy rings; And for my love, the meadow at my side  Thus tramps are kings! -Djuna Barnes