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| A BOAT, beneath a sunny sky Lingering onward dreamily In an evening of July-- |
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| Children three that nestle near, Eager eye and willing ear, Pleased a simple tale to hear-- |
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| Long has paled that sunny sky; Echoes fade and memories die; Autumn frosts have slain July. |
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| Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes. |
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| Children yet, the tale to hear, Eager eye and willing ear, Lovingly shall nestle near. |
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| In a Wonderland they lie, Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the summers die; |
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| Ever drifting down the stream-- Lingering in the golden gleam-- Life, what is it but a dream? |
