Saturday, October 1, 2011

Chapter 12

A boat beneath a sunny sky,
Lingering 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, phantomwise,
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?


--Through the Looking Glass- Lewis Carroll


Anonymous said...

Life could be a dream - sha-boom (and yes, I'm dancing...

Secondary Roads said...

As I read those lovely lines, I felt adrift upon a gentle river.

Sharkbytes said...

It's so true- and I feel almost that dreamy today, but I think it's from lack of sleep.

vanilla said...

Grace, keep dancing! Sha-boom.

Chuck, dreamy lines.

Shark, get some rest.

Vee said...


vanilla said...

Vee, it is a fitting end to a fabulous tale.