Life is but a Dream
by Lewis Carroll
A boat, beneath a sunny sky; Lingering onward dreamily; In an evening of July.
Children three that nestle near; Eager eye and willing ear; Pleased a simple tale to hear.
Long has paled that sunny sky; Echoes fade and memories die; Autumn frosts have slain July.
Still she haunts me, phantomwise; Alice moving under skies ; Never seen by waking eyes.
Children yet, the tale to hear; Eager eye and willing ear; Lovingly shall nestle near.
In a Wonderland they lie; Dreaming as the days go by; Dreaming as the summers die;
Ever drifting down the stream; Lingering in the golden gleam; Life, what is it but a dream?
