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 tuo long a day ;
But now, I often wish the night
Had borne my breath away.
I remember, 1 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 it is little joy
To know I’m farther off from Heaven
Than when I was a boy.
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