Close the door, the shutters close,
Or thro' windows folks will see,
The nakedness and vacancy,
Of the dark deserted house!"

"Come away! no more of mirth
Is here, or merry-making sound.
The house is shut, and o'er the earth
Man roves upon the Regular Round
Come away! Life, Love, Trade, Thought,
Here no longer dwell;
Shopkeepers censorious
Sigh, "What swells would buy, they've bought.
They are off! No more we'll sell.
Would they could have stayed with us!"

"Come away!" So Sirens sing--
Sly, seducious, and skittish--
To the Tourist, wealthy, British,
When Society's on the wing,
Or should be, for "Foreign Parts."
British BULL mistrusts their arts.
"Come away!"
(One doth say),
"_Our Emperor is quiet to-day!_"
Cries another,
"Come, my brother,
"_Avalanches down again!_"
Sings a third, with beckoning fingers,
"_Come, come, where the Cholera lingers_."