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.