Thursday, December 31, 2009

Introductional Poem To "Through The Looking Glass And What Alice Found There"

NOTE: I typed this whole thing up from an incredibly old copy of "Alice through the looking glass" which has been around for YEARS and YEARS in our family (I love it so much), so, I also typed up the typos to be authentic.

Book appraising lesson- Typos make an old book worth more. Thus, the more typos you have, the more its worth.  

Fairy-Tale By Lewis Carroll

Child of the pure unclouded brow
And dreaming eyes of wonder!
Though time be fleet, and I thou
And half a life asunder
Thy loving smile will surely hail
The love-gift of a fairy-tale.

I have not seen thy sunny face
Nor heard thy silver laughter;
No thought of me shall find a place
In thy young life's hereafter-
Enough that now thou wilt not fail
To listen to my fairy-tale

A tale begun in other days,
When summer suns were glowing-
A simple chime, that served to time
The rhythm of our rowing-
Whose echoes live in memory yet,
Though envious years would say "forgoten"

Come, hearken then, ere voices of dread,
With bitter tidings laden,
Shall summon to unwelcome bed
A melancholy maiden!
We are but older children, dear,
Who fret to find our bedtime near

Without, the frost, the blinding snow,
The storm-wind's moody madness-
Within, the firelights rubby glow
And childhood's nest of gladness,
The magic words shall hold thee fast;
Thou shalt not heed the raving blast

And though the shadow of a sigh
May tremble through the story,
For "happy summer days' gone by,
And vanish'd summer glory-
It shall not touch, with breath of bale,
The pleasance of our fairy-tale.

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