Erotica/Who Goes Home?
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Who Goes Home?
RONDEAU
When "Who goes home?" a voice stentorian calls,
Re-echoing through corridors and halls,
To faithful Commons met in grave debate,
When lights are lowered and the hour is late,
Grateful on weary ears that summons falls.
Slowly with shadowy footsteps sleep installs
Silence within old Westminster's grey walls,
Peace reigns in place of party passionate
When all go home.
When thinner blood through this my body crawls,
And slackening sense is bound in Death's dark thralls,
Love, shall I find you waiting at the gate
With open arms? Ah! may that be my fate
When I go home.
FINIS.