A boat beneath a sunny sky,
L ingering onward dreamily
I n an evening of July--
C hildren three that nestle near,
E ager eye and willing ear,
P leased a simple tale to hear--
L ong has paled that sunny sky:
E choes fade and memories die.
A utumn frosts have slain July.
S till she haunts me, phantomwise,
A lice moving under skies
N ever seen by waking eyes.
C hildren yet, the tale to hear,
E ager eye and willing ear,
L ovingly shall nestle near.
I n a Wonderland they lie,
D reaming as the days go by,
D reaming as the summers die:
E ver drifting down the stream--
L ingering in the golden gleam--
L ife, what is it but a dream?
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