My Best Loved Literature

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 to 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/ Where I 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,

The summer pools could hardly cool/

I Remember, I Remember/ The fir trees dark and high;

I used to think their slender tops/Were close against the sky:

It was childish ignorance,But now 'tis the little joy

To know I'm farther off from Heaven/ Than when I was a boy.

                                  --Thomas Hood

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