by Winthrop Mackworth Praed (1802 - 1839)

I remember, I remember
Language: English 
I remember, I remember 
  How my childhood fleeted by -- 
The mirth of its December, 
  And the warmth of its July; 
On my brow, love, on my brow, love, 
  There are no signs of care,
But my pleasures are not now, love, 
  What childhood's pleasures were: 

Then the bowers, then the bowers 
  Were as blithe as blithe could be, 
And all their radiant flowers 
  Were coronals for me: 
Gems to-night, love, gems to-night, love, 
  Are gleaming in my hair;
But they are not half so bright, love, 
  As childhood's roses were. 

I was merry, I was merry, 
  When my little lovers came --
With a lily, or a cherry, 
  Or a new invented game:
Now I've you, love, now I've you, love, 
  To kneel before me there;
But you know you're not so true, love,
  As childhood's lovers were.

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Confiremd with Winthrop Mackworth Praed, Lillian and Other Poems, in The Poetical Works of Winthrop Mackworth Praed. Now first collected, Redfield, New York, 1857, page 248. Note: we have corrected a repeating typo in stanza 1, line 7, word 3 and stanza 1, line 8, word 3 (formerly "pleasure's").


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