——:o:——
Elegy,
Written in the House of Commons.
The big clock tolls the knell of parting day,
The tired Whips clubward now do adjourn to tea,
The Speaker homeward plods his weary way.
And leaves the House to darkness, and to me.
Now fade the Treasury Benches on the sight,
The mace no more my languid eye beholds;
No longer Whalley wheels his drony flight;
No longer Gladstone eloquently scolds.