Life is but a Dream

A boat, beneath a sunny

Lingering onward

In an evening of

Children three that nestle near,

Eager eye and willing ear,

Pleased a simple tale to

Long has paled that sunny sky;

Echoes fade and memories die;

Autumn frosts have slain July.

Still she haunts me, phantomwise,

Alice moving under

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

Lingering in the golden

Life, what is it but a dream?

This is an acrostic poem that spells out Alice's full name.

Alice Pleasance Liddell