T. Hood, from 'Past and Present'

[muravei]

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 wish the night
Had borne my breath away!

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
For now I'm farther off from heaven
Than when I was a boy.