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A Boat Beneath a Sunny Sky
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?
Saira Shahid, Kamaria Thomas, Andrew Johnson
This poem makes us feel...dreamy and at peace
We think this poem is about childhood and innocence
We think the speaker sounds happy, then sad
This poem makes us feel calm and pensive.
This poem is about how childhood and innocence go away like the seasons.
The speaker's tone is dreamlike throughout the poem. It starts as calm and happy, shifts to melancholic, then shifts back.
A boat beneath a sunny sky,
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July-
Long has paled that sunny sky:
Echoes fade and memories die:
August's frosts have slain July.
Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear-
Still she haunts me , phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.
Repetition: sun, summer, July, dream, children
Isolation: "Still she haunts me, phantomwise / Alice moving under skies" (middle stanza)
Position: happy > sad > happy, ends with a question
Proportion: most of poem mentions dreams and summer. shift in the middle.
Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.
In the 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 but a dream?