I Remember, I Remember by Thomas Hood

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,
…The place 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 heaven
…Than when I was a boy.

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