The rain was ending, and light <br />Lifting the leaden skies. <br />It shone upon ceiling and floor <br />And dazzled a child's eyes. <br /> <br />Pale after fever, a captive <br />Apart from his schoolfellows, <br />He stood at the high room's window <br />With face to the pane pressed close, <br /> <br />And beheld an immense glory <br />Flooding with fire the drops <br />Spilled on miraculous leaves <br />Of the fresh green lime--tree tops. <br /> <br />Washed gravel glittered red <br />To a wall, and beyond it nine <br />Tall limes in the old inn yard <br />Rose over the tall inn sign. <br /> <br />And voices arose from beneath <br />Of boys from school set free, <br />Racing and chasing each other <br />With laughter and games and glee. <br /> <br />To the boy at the high room--window, <br />Gazing alone and apart, <br />There came a wish without reason, <br />A thought that shone through his heart. <br /> <br />I'll choose this moment and keep it, <br />He said to himself, for a vow, <br />To remember for ever and ever <br />As if it were always now.<br /><br />Robert Laurence Binyon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reminiscence-20/
