Is life but a dream by Lewis Carrol

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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? 

Is all our Life, then, but a dream? 
Seen faintly in the golden gleam
Athwart Time’s dark resistless stream? 

Bowed to the earth with bitter woe, 
Or laughing at some raree-show, 
We flutter idly to and fro. 

Man’s little Day in haste we spend, 
And, from its merry noontide, send
No glance to meet the silent end. 

                                                                     ------Lewis Carroll
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