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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.
我記得呀，我記得：我出生的那間屋子，早晨，陽光從小窗進來窺視；他從不早來片刻，也不多留半晌，但現在，我常愿黑夜帶走我的呼吸。
I remember, I remember the rose red and white, the violet 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!
我記得呀，我記得：玫瑰花紅白相映，還有紫羅蘭和百合——全是由光織成的花朵！有知更鳥筑巢的紫丁香，還有哥哥在他生日那天種植的金鏈花，——它依然存活著！
I remember, I remember where I 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.
我記得呀，我記得：我從前常在那兒蕩秋千，想著拂面的風是如此清爽，風中的飛燕肯定也感覺一樣；昔日我那自在翱翔的心靈，如今變得如此沉重，即使夏日的池塘也無法冷卻我額頭的狂熱！
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 this little joy to know I'm farther off from heaven than when I was a boy.
我記得呀，我記得：蒼郁高聳的冷杉；我從前常以為它們細長的樹梢，已經逼近天空；雖然那只是孩子的幼稚無知，但是現在卻少有那般快樂，我知道兒時離我那么近的天堂，如今已經越來越遠了。
