Through the Looking Glass

Alice Liddell A boat beneath a sunny sky,Lingering onward dreamilyIn 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 skiesNever seen by waking eyes.Children yet, the tale to … Continue reading Through the Looking Glass