Thomas Hood



                   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 vi'lets, 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.


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