Inscribed to a Dear Child:
In Memory of Golden Summer
And Whispers of a Summer
Girt with a boyish garb for boyish task,
In Memory of Golden Summer
And Whispers of a Summer
Girt with a boyish garb for boyish task,
When midnight mists are creeping,
And all the land is sleeping,
Around me tread the mighty dead,
And slowly pass away
And all the land is sleeping,
Around me tread the mighty dead,
And slowly pass away
Lady Clara Vere de
Was eight years old, she said:
Every ringlet, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden thread
She took her little porringer:
Was eight years old, she said:
Every ringlet, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden thread
She took her little porringer:
'Twas brillig, and the slithy
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe
TH saddest music all day
She soothed her secret sorrow:
At night she sighed "I fear 'twas
Such cheerful words to borrow
She soothed her secret sorrow:
At night she sighed "I fear 'twas
Such cheerful words to borrow
"You are old, father William," the young man said, "And your hair has become very white; And yet you incessantly stand on your head β Do you think, at your age, it is right
" "In my youth," father William replied...
" "In my youth," father William replied...
A boat, beneath a sunny
Lingering onward
In an evening of
Children three that nestle near,
Lingering onward
In an evening of
Children three that nestle near,
