I Remember I Remember
I remember,
I remember,
The house where I was born,
The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn;
He never came a wink too soon,
Nor brought too long a day,
But now,
I often wish the night Had borne my breath away!
I remember,
I remember,
The roses, red and white,
The violets, and the lily-cups,
Those flowers made of light!
The lilacs where the robin built,
And where my brother set The laburnum on his birthday,— The tree is living yet!
I remember,
I remember,
Where I was used to swing,
And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing;
My spirit flew in feathers then,
That is so heavy now,
And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow!
I remember,
I remember,
The fir trees dark and high;
I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky:
It was a childish ignorance,
But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from Heav'n Than when I was a boy.
Thomas Hood
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