Lewis Carroll

(27 January 1832 – 14 January 1898 / Cheshire)

Life Is But A Dream - Poem by Lewis Carroll

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 about Life Is But A Dream by Lewis Carroll

  • Gold Star - 13,333 Points Kim Barney (2/17/2015 8:11:00 AM)

    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? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 29, 2010



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