And long account at banker’s.
Farewell ye wanton toys of feather’d cupid
In th’ anti-chambers of the private annuals!
Hark! the loud twanging of the bugle-horn,
Th’ ear-piercing whistle, and terrific bell,
The plaguy placard, drum, and deafening rattle;
The voice Stentorian, and the serpent’s hiss!
Sibilant,—all, all awake me
From dreams delusive of eternal triumph!
And ye, ye catcalls, of infernal sound,