ONE-EYED JOCKO
The Baby slumbers through the nightWith One-eyed Jocko close to her,She clasps his fluffy limbs so tightBeside her cheek, her breathings stirHis agèd fur.When Mother, with the shaded lightHeld from the sleepy pillow, staysTo smooth the counterpane, this sightOf Friendship’s sweet nocturnal waysArrests her gaze.Yet in the nursery by dayJocko doth all neglected lieProne on the hearth-rug, while awayThe Baby stalks, unheeded byHis vacant eye.
The Baby slumbers through the nightWith One-eyed Jocko close to her,She clasps his fluffy limbs so tightBeside her cheek, her breathings stirHis agèd fur.When Mother, with the shaded lightHeld from the sleepy pillow, staysTo smooth the counterpane, this sightOf Friendship’s sweet nocturnal waysArrests her gaze.Yet in the nursery by dayJocko doth all neglected lieProne on the hearth-rug, while awayThe Baby stalks, unheeded byHis vacant eye.
The Baby slumbers through the nightWith One-eyed Jocko close to her,She clasps his fluffy limbs so tightBeside her cheek, her breathings stirHis agèd fur.
When Mother, with the shaded lightHeld from the sleepy pillow, staysTo smooth the counterpane, this sightOf Friendship’s sweet nocturnal waysArrests her gaze.
Yet in the nursery by dayJocko doth all neglected lieProne on the hearth-rug, while awayThe Baby stalks, unheeded byHis vacant eye.