The Baby slumbers through the night
With One-eyed Jocko close to her,
She clasps his fluffy limbs so tight
Beside her cheek, her breathings stir
His agèd fur.
When Mother, with the shaded light
Held from the sleepy pillow, stays
To smooth the counterpane, this sight
Of Friendship’s sweet nocturnal ways
Arrests her gaze.
Yet in the nursery by day
Jocko doth all neglected lie
Prone on the hearth-rug, while away
The Baby stalks, unheeded by
His vacant eye.