Written in Drury Lane Theatre.
The prompter rings the lofty curtain down,
The gaping audience leave the pit with glee,
Homeward in troops returns the weary town,
And leaves the house to emptiness and me.
Now fades each glimmering candle to the sight,
And thro’ the air a smoky silence reigns,
Save where some lobby hero seeks the fight,
And bravely gets a beating for his pains:
Save that to scare Piazza-haunting flocks,