And polyglot waiters embitter my sleep!
Ah, me! oft at night how I painfully worry—
And think where on earth I have possibly been?—
O'er towns, half forgotten, I saw in a hurry,
And ghosts of the "lions" I ought to have seen!
And now, when the Club becomes cheerful and crowded,
And men are returning all hearty and brown;
When rooms with the vesper tobacco are clouded—
'Tis doubly delightful to get back to town!
Farewell, O farewell, for dear London is pleasant—