Life is but a Dream

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?

comments powered by Disqus



Other poems by Lewis Carroll (read randomly)

“Will you walk a little faster?” said a whiting to …
“There’s a porpoise close behind us, and he’s tread …

'Will you walk a little faster?' said a whiting to …
'There's a porpoise close behind us, and he's tread …
See how eagerly the lobsters...

And with that she
began nursing her child again, singing a sort of
lullaby to it as she did so, and giving it a vio­

(To Miss May Forshall.)
HE shouts amain, he shouts again,
(Her brother, fierce, as bluff King Hal),

Sent to a friend who had complained that I was glad …
him when he came, but didn't seem to miss him if he …
And cannot pleasures, while...

Why is it that Poetry has never yet been subjected …
For truly, just as the genuine Epicure lingers lovi …
morsel of supreme Venison -...

I painted her a gushing thing,
With years about a score;
I little thought to find they were

A Mother's breast:
Safe refuge from her childish fears,
From childish troubles, childish tears,

"Are you deaf, Father William!" the young man said, …
"Did you hear what I told you just now?
"Excuse me for shouting! Don't waggle your head

All in the golden afternoon
Full leisurely we glide;
For both our oars, with little skill,

I have a fairy by my side
Which says I must not sleep,
When once in pain I loudly cried

Like us on Facebook?