awakeLingering 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, phantom-wise,
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?
- from Through the Looking Glass and What Alice Found There by Lewis Carroll
This is my first contribution to Poetry Friday, as started by Kelly of Big A little a and encouraged by Liz of A Chair, A Fireplace and A Tea Cozy.
