I Remember, I Remember

I Remember, I Remember

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,
The 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.

by Thomas Hood

Comments (31)

Wonderful poem of my childhood days
It is the last lines delivering a knockout blow!
The poem is born from a master's pen, that is for certain. I want to write poems with this kind of natural rhythm and flow and beauty of thought and... and... and... I think I shall go read a few other of Hood's poems now!
The house where i was born! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A nostalgic poem. Childhood experiences are indelible in the tables of hearts. We keep on remembering them. Kudos to the poet
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