I remember, I remember The house where I waorn, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at 1)morn; He never camea wink toosoon Nor brought too long a day; But now, I often wish the night Had borne mybreath away.
I remember, I remember The rose red andwhite, The violet and the lily-cups—Those flowers made of light! The lilacs where the robin built, And where mybrother 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 flewin feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever onmy brow.
I remember, I remember The fir trees dark andhigh; I used to think their slender tops Were close againstthe sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now ’tis little joy Toknow I’m farther off from Heaven Than when I was a boy.
