Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Happy Birthday, Edward

Today in London in 1812, Edward Lear was born.

Last year I gave you the Jumblies. This year, you can read of someone who love a Jumbly girl: The Dong With A Luminous Nose:

When awful darkness and silence reign
Over the great Gromboolian plain,
   Through the long, long wintry nights; --
When the angry breakers roar
As they beat on the rocky shore; --
   When Storm-clouds brood on the towering heights
Of the Hills of the Chankly Bore: --

Then, through the vast and gloomy dark,
There moves what seems a fiery spark,
A lonely spark with silvery rays
   Piercing the coal-black night, --
   A Meteor strange and bright: --
Hither and thither the vision strays,
   A single lurid light.

Slowly it wander, -- pauses, -- creeps, --
Anon it sparkles, -- flashes and leaps;
And ever as onward it gleaming goes
A light on the Bong-tree stems it throws.
And those who watch at that midnight hour
From Hall or Terrace, or lofty Tower,
Cry, as the wild light passes along, --
     "The Dong! -- the Dong!
   "The wandering Dong through the forest goes!
     "The Dong! the Dong!
   "The Dong with a luminous Nose!"

     Long years ago
   The Dong was happy and gay,
     Till he fell in love with a Jumbly Girl
     Who came to those shores one day.
For the Jumblies came in a sieve, they did, --
Landing at eve near the Zemmery Fidd
     Where the Oblong Oysters grow,
And the rocks are smooth and gray.
And all the woods and the valleys rang
With the Chorus they daily and nightly sang, --
     "Far and few, far and few,
     Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
     Their heads are green, and the hands are blue
     And they went to sea in a sieve.


Happily, happily passed those days!
   While the cheerful Jumblies staid;
     They danced in circlets all night long,
   To the plaintive pipe of the lively Dong,
     In moonlight, shine, or shade.
For day and night he was always there
By the side of the Jumbly Girl so fair,
With her sky-blue hands, and her sea-green hair.
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 the 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 dorest, marsh and hills,
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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1 Comments:

At 8:32 AM, May 12, 2009 Anonymous Anonymous had this to say...

I've never read the original poem before, but I did, as a child, read "Please Ptell Me, Pterodactyl" by Charles Connell, a book of doggerel about monsters of all sorts. Here are the first two verses of Connell's tribute to the Dong.

The Dong is not the sound you get
By hammering a gong to let
The family know it's time to start a meal.
It's not the deep reverberant roar
Of angry wave upon the shore;
It's not the echoing ring of iron on steel.

And when the average citizen
In trying to describe Big Ben
Declares each stroke reminds him of a Dong.
We view his notion with concern
And hope that he will quickly learn
Comparisons can sometimes be quite wrong.

 

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