A boat, beneath a sunny
Lingering onward
In an evening of July —Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing
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,
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 stream —Lingering in the golden gleam —Life what is it but a dream?
