A Victorian anthology, 1837-1595
( " That ' s exactly the method, " the Bell
man bold
In a hasty parenthesis cried,
" That ' s exactly the way I have always
been told
That the capture of Smirks should be
tried 1 " )
1 ' But oh, beamish nephew, beware of the
If your Snark be a Boojum I For then
You will softly and suddenly vanish away,
And never be met with again ! '
" It is this, it is this that oppresses my
When I think of my uncle ' s last words :
And my heart is like nothing so much as a
Brimming over with quivering curds !
It is this, it is this " " We have had
that before ! "
The Bellman indignantly said.
And the Baker replied, " Let me say it
once more.
It is this, it is this that I dread !
" I engage with the Snark every night
after dark
In a dreamy, delirious fight :
I serve it with greens in those shadowy
And I use it for striking a light :
" But if ever I meet with a Boojum, that day,
In a moment (of this I am sure),
I shall softly and suddenly vanish away
And the notion I cannot endure ! "
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, phantom- wise.
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 ?