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?

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—