A Play, An Acrostic And A Haiku

I want to compare Poul Anderson to both William Shakespeare and Lewis Carroll. Regular readers already know of Anderson's Shakespearen novel, A Midsummer Tempest. Anderson did not write any corresponding Alice-related novel. However, like both Shakespeare and Carroll, he did write poetically about mortality.

Shakespeare: "We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep."

Carroll: "Life, what is it but a dream?"

Anderson: see here.

Life, a dream or summer shadows, is celebrated in drama, an acrostic and a haiku. Before returning to Anderson's hard sf, let's appreciate the poetry.