Alice in Wonderland Quaint child, old-fashioned Alice, lend your dream: I would be done with modern story-spinners, Follow with you the laughter and the gleam: Weary am I, this night, of saints and sinners. We have been friends since Lewis and old Tenniel Housed you immortally in red and gold. Come! Your naivete is a spring perennial: Let me be young again before I am old.
You are a glass of youth: this night I choose Deep in your magic labyrinths to stray, Where rants the Red Queen in her splendid hues And the White Rabbit hurries on his way. Let us once more adventure, hand it hand: Give me belief again - in Wonderland!
-- "Alice Where Art Thou" by Vincent Starrett
I just started reading Lewis Carroll's "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland" for the first time, and I thought I'd share this tribute poem.