Nadine’s Weblog

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 born my breath away.

I remember, I remember
Those roses red and white,
the violets and the lili-cups
Those flowers made of light!
The lilacs where the robon built,
and where my brother set,
the laburnim on his birthdaym
the tree is living yet!

I remember, I remember
Where I was used to swing
and tought the air must rush as fresh
to swallows on the wing:
My spirit flew in feathers then;
that is so heavy now,
andsummer pool 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
where close against the sky:
It was a childish ignorance,
but now ’tis little joy
to know i’m farther off from heav’n
then I was a boy

John Howard Payne