All along the cold and gross canal   The gray-walled dwarf leaps high   Dwelling dark victorious   Silent with a cry      Morning, morning      On the ledge the leper walks   Soft-pawed, cold, lean and crisp   Telling jokes the old Jew told   Laughing with a lisp      Morning, morning      At the door, I stand and sense   Each picture in its frame   Seeking out, in each glance   The hunchback with my name      Morning, morning