"The Dong with a Luminous Nose" is one of Edward Lear's melancholy nonsense poems. It tells the tale of how a lonely fellow known as the Dong came to construct his famous nose, a huge bright-red prosthesis with a lantern inside. By the light of this nose-lamp, the Dong wanders through the night, searching ceaselessly for his beloved "Jumbly Girl"—a visitor from foreign parts whom he loved and lost. A sequel to Lear's earlier and cheerier poem "The Jumblies," this poem was first collected in the 1877 book Laughable Lyrics.
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1When awful darkness and silence reign
2Over the great Gromboolian plain,
3Through the long, long wintry nights;—
4When the angry breakers roar
5As they beat on the rocky shore;—
6When Storm-clouds brood on the towering heights
7Of the Hills of the Chankly Bore:—
8Then, through the vast and gloomy dark,
9There moves what seems a fiery spark,
10A lonely spark with silvery rays
11Piercing the coal-black night,—
12A Meteor strange and bright:—
13Hither and thither the vision strays,
14A single lurid light.
15Slowly it wanders,—pauses,—creeps,—
16Anon it sparkles,—flashes and leaps;
17And ever as onward it gleaming goes
18A light on the Bong-tree stems it throws.
19And those who watch at that midnight hour
20From Hall or Terrace, or lofty Tower,
21Cry, as the wild light passes along,—
22"The Dong!—the Dong!
23"The wandering Dong through the forest goes!
24"The Dong! the Dong!
25"The Dong with a luminous Nose!"
26Long years ago
27The Dong was happy and gay,
28Till he fell in love with a Jumbly Girl
29Who came to those shores one day.
30For the Jumblies came in a sieve, they did,—
31Landing at eve near the Zemmery Fidd
32Where the Oblong Oysters grow,
33And the rocks are smooth and gray.
34And all the woods and the valleys rang
35With the Chorus they daily and nightly sang,—
36"Far and few, far and few,
37Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
38Their heads are green, and their hands are blue
39And they went to sea in a sieve.
40Happily, happily passed those days!
41While the cheerful Jumblies staid;
42They danced in circlets all night long,
43To the plaintive pipe of the lively Dong,
44In moonlight, shine, or shade.
45For day and night he was always there
46By the side of the Jumbly Girl so fair,
47With her sky-blue hands, and her sea-green hair.
48Till the morning came of that hateful day
49When the Jumblies sailed in their sieve away,
50And the Dong was left on the cruel shore
51Gazing—gazing for evermore,—
52Ever keeping his weary eyes on
53That pea-green sail on the far horizon,—
54Singing the Jumbly Chorus still
55As he sate all day on the grassy hill,—
56"Far and few, far and few,
57Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
58Their heads are green, and their hands are blue
59And they went to sea in a sieve.
60But when the sun was low in the West,
61The Dong arose and said;
62—"What little sense I once possessed
63Has quite gone out of my head!"—
64And since that day he wanders still
65By lake and forest, marsh and hills,
66Singing—"O somewhere, in valley or plain
67"Might I find my Jumbly Girl again!
68"For ever I'll seek by lake and shore
69"Till I find my Jumbly Girl once more!"
70Playing a pipe with silvery squeaks,
71Since then his Jumbly Girl he seeks,
72And because by night he could not see,
73He gathered the bark of the Twangum Tree
74On the flowery plain that grows.
75And he wove him a wondrous Nose,—
76A Nose as strange as a Nose could be!
77Of vast proportions and painted red,
78And tied with cords to the back of his head.
79—In a hollow rounded space it ended
80With a luminous Lamp within suspended,
81All fenced about
82With a bandage stout
83To prevent the wind from blowing it out;—
84And with holes all round to send the light,
85In gleaming rays on the dismal night.
86And now each night, and all night long,
87Over those plains still roams the Dong;
88And above the wail of the Chimp and Snipe
89You may hear the squeak of his plaintive pipe
90While ever he seeks, but seeks in vain
91To meet with his Jumbly Girl again;
92Lonely and wild—all night he goes,—
93The Dong with a luminous Nose!
94And all who watch at the midnight hour,
95From Hall or Terrace, or lofty Tower,
96Cry, as they trace the Meteor bright,
97Moving along through the dreary night,—
98"This is the hour when forth he goes,
99"The Dong with a luminous Nose!
100"Yonder—over the plain he goes;
101"He goes!
102"He goes;
103"The Dong with a luminous Nose!"
1When awful darkness and silence reign
2Over the great Gromboolian plain,
3Through the long, long wintry nights;—
4When the angry breakers roar
5As they beat on the rocky shore;—
6When Storm-clouds brood on the towering heights
7Of the Hills of the Chankly Bore:—
8Then, through the vast and gloomy dark,
9There moves what seems a fiery spark,
10A lonely spark with silvery rays
11Piercing the coal-black night,—
12A Meteor strange and bright:—
13Hither and thither the vision strays,
14A single lurid light.
15Slowly it wanders,—pauses,—creeps,—
16Anon it sparkles,—flashes and leaps;
17And ever as onward it gleaming goes
18A light on the Bong-tree stems it throws.
19And those who watch at that midnight hour
20From Hall or Terrace, or lofty Tower,
21Cry, as the wild light passes along,—
22"The Dong!—the Dong!
23"The wandering Dong through the forest goes!
24"The Dong! the Dong!
25"The Dong with a luminous Nose!"
26Long years ago
27The Dong was happy and gay,
28Till he fell in love with a Jumbly Girl
29Who came to those shores one day.
30For the Jumblies came in a sieve, they did,—
31Landing at eve near the Zemmery Fidd
32Where the Oblong Oysters grow,
33And the rocks are smooth and gray.
34And all the woods and the valleys rang
35With the Chorus they daily and nightly sang,—
36"Far and few, far and few,
37Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
38Their heads are green, and their hands are blue
39And they went to sea in a sieve.
40Happily, happily passed those days!
41While the cheerful Jumblies staid;
42They danced in circlets all night long,
43To the plaintive pipe of the lively Dong,
44In moonlight, shine, or shade.
45For day and night he was always there
46By the side of the Jumbly Girl so fair,
47With her sky-blue hands, and her sea-green hair.
48Till the morning came of that hateful day
49When the Jumblies sailed in their sieve away,
50And the Dong was left on the cruel shore
51Gazing—gazing for evermore,—
52Ever keeping his weary eyes on
53That pea-green sail on the far horizon,—
54Singing the Jumbly Chorus still
55As he sate all day on the grassy hill,—
56"Far and few, far and few,
57Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
58Their heads are green, and their hands are blue
59And they went to sea in a sieve.
60But when the sun was low in the West,
61The Dong arose and said;
62—"What little sense I once possessed
63Has quite gone out of my head!"—
64And since that day he wanders still
65By lake and forest, marsh and hills,
66Singing—"O somewhere, in valley or plain
67"Might I find my Jumbly Girl again!
68"For ever I'll seek by lake and shore
69"Till I find my Jumbly Girl once more!"
70Playing a pipe with silvery squeaks,
71Since then his Jumbly Girl he seeks,
72And because by night he could not see,
73He gathered the bark of the Twangum Tree
74On the flowery plain that grows.
75And he wove him a wondrous Nose,—
76A Nose as strange as a Nose could be!
77Of vast proportions and painted red,
78And tied with cords to the back of his head.
79—In a hollow rounded space it ended
80With a luminous Lamp within suspended,
81All fenced about
82With a bandage stout
83To prevent the wind from blowing it out;—
84And with holes all round to send the light,
85In gleaming rays on the dismal night.
86And now each night, and all night long,
87Over those plains still roams the Dong;
88And above the wail of the Chimp and Snipe
89You may hear the squeak of his plaintive pipe
90While ever he seeks, but seeks in vain
91To meet with his Jumbly Girl again;
92Lonely and wild—all night he goes,—
93The Dong with a luminous Nose!
94And all who watch at the midnight hour,
95From Hall or Terrace, or lofty Tower,
96Cry, as they trace the Meteor bright,
97Moving along through the dreary night,—
98"This is the hour when forth he goes,
99"The Dong with a luminous Nose!
100"Yonder—over the plain he goes;
101"He goes!
102"He goes;
103"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 wanders,—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 their 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 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 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!"
Select any word below to get its definition in the context of the poem. The words are listed in the order in which they appear in the poem.
A Brief Biography — Learn more about Lear's life and work via the Edward Lear Society.
Lear's Art — Admire some of Lear's artwork. Alongside his famous and excellent cartoons, he was a notable wildlife and landscape painter.
Lear's Legacy — Read about a recent biography of Lear that describes his lasting influence.
The Poem Aloud — Listen to an atmospheric (and musical) performance of the poem by the great Ivor Cutler.
Lear's Drawings — See Lear's own rendition of the Dong and his luminous nose (and read a short appreciation of the poem by writer Sam Munson).
Laughable Lyrics — See images from the 1877 collection in which this poem was first published.