  I REMEMBER, I remember, The house where I was wed, And the little room from which, that night, My smiling bride was led; She didn’t come a wink too soon, Nor make too long a stay; But now I often wish her folks Had kept the girl away! I remember, I remember, Her dresses, red and white, Her bonnets and her caps and cloaks,— They cost an awful sight! The “corner lot” on which I built, And where my brother met At first my wife, one washing-day,— That man is single yet! I remember, I remember, Where I was used to court, And thought that all of married life Was just such pleasant sport: My spirit flew in feathers then, No care was on my brow; I scarce could wait to shut the gate,— I remember, I remember, My dear one’s smile and sigh; I used to think her tender heart Was close against the sky; It was a childish ignorance, But now it soothes me not To know I’m farther off from heaven Than when she wasn’t got! Phoebe Cary. |
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