Life is But a Dream
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?
Lewis Carroll’s other poems:
- Выборы в Совет Оксфордского университета • The Elections to the Hebdomadal Council
- Пилигримлянин • The Wandering Burgess
- Он прав, миляга! • What Tottles Meant
- Покинутые парки • The Deserted Parks
- Охота на Снарка. Трали-Врали в Восьми Финтах. Финт Шестой. Сон Балабола • The Hunting of the Snark. Fit the Sixth. The Barrister’s Dream
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