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?

"Life is but a Dream" is reprinted from The Hunting of the Snark and Other Poems and Verses. Lewis Carroll. New York: Harper & Brothers, 1903.

MORE POEMS BY LEWIS CARROLL

RELATED LINKS

BROWSE THE POETRY ARCHIVE:

[ A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z ]

Home · Poetry Store · Links · Email · © 2002 Poetry-Archive.com