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