Раздел «Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland»

All in the golden afternoon

Full leisurely we glide;[1]

For both our oars, with little skill,

By little arms are plied,

While little hands make vain pretence

Our wanderings to guide.

Ah, cruel Three! In such an hour

Beneath such dreamy weather,

To beg a tale of breath too weak

To stir the tiniest feather!

Yet what can one poor voice avail

Against three tongues together?

Imperious Prima flashes forth

Her edict ‘to begin it’:

In gentler tones Secunda hopes

‘There will be nonsense in it!’

While Tertia interrupts the tale

Not more than once a minute.

Anon, to sudden silence won,