A boat beneath a sunny sky,
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July-

Children three that nestled 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.

She still haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice living under skies
never seen by waking eyes.

Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestled 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 it is, but a dream.