#let poem(content) = {
  set par(first-line-indent: 0em)
  
  align(center, block[
    #set align(left)
    #set block(breakable: false)
    #content
  ])
}

#poem[
  #block[
    All in the golden afternoon\
    #h(1em)Full leisurely we glide;\
    For both our oars, with little skill,\
    #h(1em)By little arms are plied,\
    While little hands make vain pretence\
    #h(1em)Our wanderings to guide.
  ]
  
  #block[
    Ah, cruel Three! In such an hour,\
    #h(1em)Beneath such dreamy weather,\
    To beg a tale of breath too weak\
    #h(1em)To stir the tiniest feather!\
    Yet what can one poor voice avail\
    #h(1em)Against three tongues together?
  ]

  #block[
    Imperious Prima flashes forth\
    #h(1em)Her edict “to begin it”—\
    In gentler tones Secunda hopes\
    #h(1em)“There will be nonsense in it!”—\
    While Tertia interrupts the tale\
    #h(1em)Not more than once a minute.
  ]

  #block[
    Anon, to sudden silence won,\
    #h(1em)In fancy they pursue\
    The dream-child moving through a land\
    #h(1em)Of wonders wild and new,\
    In friendly chat with bird or beast—\
    #h(1em)And half believe it true.
  ]

  #block[
    And ever, as the story drained\
    #h(1em)The wells of fancy dry,\
    And faintly strove that weary one\
    #h(1em)To put the subject by,\
    “The rest next time—” “It is next time!”\
    #h(1em)The happy voices cry.
  ]

  #block[
    Thus grew the tale of Wonderland:\
    #h(1em)Thus slowly, one by one,\
    Its quaint events were hammered out—\
    #h(1em)And now the tale is done,\
    And home we steer, a merry crew,\
    #h(1em)Beneath the setting sun.
  ]

  #block[
    Y/n! A childish story take,\
    #h(1em)And, with a gentle hand,\
    Lay it where Childhood’s dreams are twined\
    #h(1em)In Memory’s mystic band,\
    Like pilgrim’s wither’d wreath of flowers\
    #h(1em)Pluck’d in a far-off land.
  ]
]