The image of the poet's in the breeze   Canadian geese are flying above the trees   A mist is hanging gently on the lake   My house is very beautiful at night      My friend and teacher occupies a spare room   He's dead, at peace at last the wandering jew   Other friends had put stones on his grave   He was the first great man that I had ever met      Sylvia and I got out our ouija board   To dial a spirit, across the room it soared   We were happy and amazed at what we saw   Blazing stood the proud and regal name delmore      Delmore, I missed all your funny ways   I missed your jokes and the brilliant things you said   My dedalus to your bloom, was such a perfect wit   And to find you in my house makes things perfect      I really got a lucky life   My writing, my motorcycle and my wife   And to top it all off a spirit of pure poetry   Is living in this stone and wood house with me      The image of the poet's in the breeze   Canadian geese are flying above the trees   A mist is hanging gently on the lake   Our house is very beautiful at night      Our house is very beautiful at night   Our house is very beautiful at night   Our house is very beautiful at night