The Lost Rhymes of Wonderland
Once upon of time,
Far far away in the land of wonderland.
The world as one great cymbal made,
Where jarring winds to infant Nature played.
All music was a solitary sound,
To hollow rocks and murmuring fountains bound.
Adam first made the wilder notes agree,
And built the organ's city where they dwell.
Each sought a consort in that lovely place,
From where the progeny of numbers new,
Into harmonious colonies withdrew.
Some to the flute, some to the lute,
And others chose the cornet eloquent,
These practicing the wind,
To sing men's triumphs,
The rhythm of the music,
The mosaic of the air,
Did of all these a solemn noise prepare,
With which she gained the empire of the ear,
Including all between the earth and sphere.
The lost rhymes of wonderland.