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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—

That 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.