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Till the morning came of that hateful day
When the Jumblies sailed in their sieve away,
And the Dong was left on the cruel shore
Gazing, gazing for evermore,
Ever keeping his weary eyes on
That pea-green sail on the far horizon,
Singing the Jumbly Chorus still
As he sate all day on the grassy hill,
"Far and few, far and few, Are the lands where the Jumblies live; Their heads are green, and their
hands are blue, And they went to sea in a sieve."
But when the sun was low in the West,
The Dong arose and said, "What little sense I once possessed
Has quite gone out of my head!" And since that day he wanders still
By lake and forest, marsh and hill,
Singing, "O somewhere, in valley or plain,
Might I find my Jumbly Girl again!
For ever I'll seek by lake and shore
Till I find my Jumbly Girl once more!"
Playing a pipe with silvery squeaks, Since then his Jumbly Girl he seeks; And because by night he
could not see, He gathered the bark of the Twangum Tree On the flowery plain that grows. And he
wove him a wondrous Nose, A Nose as strange as a Nose could be! Of vast proportions and
painted red,
And tied with cords to the back of his head.
In a hollow rounded space it ended With a luminous Lamp within suspended, All fenced about
With a bandage stout To prevent the wind from blowing it out; And with holes all round to send the
light In gleaming rays on the dismal night
And now each night, and all night long,
Over those plains still roams the Dong;
And above the wail of the Chimp and Snipe
You may hear the squeak of his plaintive pipe,
While ever he seeks, but seeks in vain,
To meet with his Jumbly Girl again;
Lonely and wild, all night he goes,
The Dong with a luminous Nose!
And all who watch at the midnight hour,
From Hall or Terrace or lofty Tower,
Cry, as they trace the Meteor bright,
Moving along through the dreary night,
"This is the hour when forth he goes, The Dong with a luminous Nose! Yonder, over the plain he
goes, He goes! He goes, The Dong with a luminous Nose!" |
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