Illustrated by Angel Dominguez
   
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?     
This poem has been extracted from the story    
"Through the Looking Glass" by Lewis Carroll. 


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Ever drifting down the stream
Lingering in the golden gleam
Life what is it but a dream?
Always loved those lines.
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