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 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 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WATER WHEEL by ABU ABD ALLAH ROSETTE by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER THE WASHER WOMAN'S SONG by WILLIAM BLAKE FRAGMENT OF AN EPISTLE TO THOMAS MOORE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE LORD HAYES: SONG. ROSES by THOMAS CAMPION |