LIFE IS BUT A DREAM
by: Lewis Carroll (1832-1898)
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?
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4 comments:
Do you check your mail often?
nice post by the way
Hiya Greg,
Computer's been on the fritz lately; sorry; I'll check e-mail now :)
I think we should have a city for ourselves, like hippies have Berzerkly, and so on. In the pond at the park we could have those big plastic swans with the paddle-wheels, and I'd give you a round and chatter till it was lunchtime and we could have a picnic.
Well, Dag, I'd settle for a float down to Cotton Town ... or a spin on Galadriel's swan-boat :)
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