I’ve stayed much later than I meant to be,
In vain I’ve sought admission to my house,
My wife won’t rise, and I forgot the key.
To-morrow morning when my spouse shall wake,
To mark my absence, wondering what it means,
Some rude strange hand shall rouse me with a shake
In Covent Garden, slumbering on the greens.
From The Man in the Moon, Volume 2 (About 1848.)
——:o:——
An Elegy, Written in a London Churchyard.