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 birth-day,
 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 'tis little joy
To know I'm farther off from Heaven
 Than when I was a boy

                 Thomas Hood