Uploaded on February 11, 2012
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 week 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 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;
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 further off from heaven
Than when I was a boy.
—Thomas Hood
Favorite Poems Old and New
edited by Helen Ferris
02.11.2024: Dennis and I were traipsing around the woods today.