I remember, I remember,

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,

   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 s~e rpoo is rould Mrilly 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.