THOMAS HOOD 1789-1845

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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, -

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. 

Writings by this English poet, author and humourist regularly appeared in The London Magazine, The Athenaeum and Punch. Later, he published a magazine whose contents were mainly his own work.

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