"At night when everyone's asleep
It must be very late! I creep
Softly down the darkened stairs
To the big room where we have prayers,
And, standing at the window,
I watch the Dustman going by.
Perched up on his high seat he looks
Like charioteers in those old books,
And his long coat, when the lights are dim,
Makes funny shadows all over him."
(S. O'Sullivan in The dustman)