Henceforth,—Red-lettered 'Failure,' very plain,
I shall acknowledge, on the snowy hem
Of ordinary Night-cap! Come, enough!
We have gone round its cotton vastitude,
Or half-round, for the end 's consistent still,
A cul-de-sac with stoppage at the sea.
Here we return upon our steps. One look
May bid good-morning—properly good-night—
To civic bliss, Miranda and his mate!
Are we to rise and go?"