Life Is But A Dream Poem by Lewis Carroll

Life Is But A Dream

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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?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Alice.whindemere 21 July 2020

I accidentally fell down a hole and then I found myself caught in a 13-door riddle.🥺

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Kim Barney 17 February 2015

Pedro Calderón de la Barca y Barreda González de Henao Ruiz de Blasco y Riaño, usually referred as Pedro Calderón de la Barca, was a dramatist, poet and writer of the Spanish Golden Age. He wrote a classic called La vida es sueño, which means Life is a Dream. I wonder if Lewis Carroll was copying Calderon when he wrote this?

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