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 to soon
Nor brought too long a day;
But now, I often wish the night
Had borne my breath away.
- Thomas Hood Our quote this week is the first verse of one of my Mother's favorite poems. I copied this from "The Golden Treasury of Poetry" that was given to me by Ashley's Grandmother for Christmas, December 25, 1967.
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