“Is all our Life, then, but a dream
Seen faintly in the golden gleam
Athwart Time's dark resistless stream?”

— Lewis Carroll , book Sylvie and Bruno

Sylvie and Bruno (1889)
Context: p>Is all our Life, then, but a dream
Seen faintly in the golden gleam
Athwart Time's dark resistless stream?Bowed to the earth with bitter woe
Or laughing at some raree-show
We flutter idly to and fro.Man's little Day in haste we spend,
And, from its merry noontide, send
No glance to meet the silent end.</p

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English writer, logician, Anglican deacon and photographer 1832–1898

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