1 november 2009

~Sunday Poem~

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!
.by Sheri Doty~ My Child     .
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,
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.

By Thomas Hood (1799-1845)

4 opmerkingen:

Hermes zei

Another lovely poem and picture Anna.

Aputsiaq zei

Moving poem...and I adore the picture...do you know who the artist is?

Madelief zei

Hoi Anna,

Wat een mooi jeugd herinneringen! Fijne zondag.

Lieve groet, Madlief

Heidi zei

Wonderful poem today Anna! I have been reflecting about things from my childhood as a quilt I just finished is inspired from that. You can see it on AllMyScatteringMoments.

Hugs en groetjes ~