A boat, beneath1 a sunny sky.
Lingering2 onward dreamily.
In an evening of July.
Children three that sit down near,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear.
Long has gone that sunny sky.
Echoes fade3 and memories die.
Autumn4 cold has killed July.
Still she haunts5 me, phantomwise.
Alice moving under skies,
Never seen by walking eyes.
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Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall sit down near.
In a Wonderland they lie.
Dreaming as the days go by.
Dreaming as the summers die:
Ever floating down the steam.
Lingering in the golden gleam.6
Life, what is it but a dream?