We, our thoughts, as a child so superficial but yet so pure and absorbed in imagination, & dat longing to visit heaven and many more
A childhood spent with nature, clearly and most beautifully presented, loved it
A Simple poem of innocent child hood which has been lost by the poet, beauty of the nature a meadow of childhood mirth, lost brother but tree is still so beautiful worth to hit the past, As we grow we are away from nature - The summer pools could hardly cool
The fever on my brow.
Childhood, though seems to be mirth and here symbolized as ignorance -It was a childish ignorance, -
now 'tis little joy
To know I'm farther off from Heaven
Than when I was a boy. He has lost the childhood lost the innocence, lovely poem with poignant traces
those first four words are the climax of the poem of the life so quickly fading and the sad recall of blissfull childhood days so sad and the end is so upsetting beautifully written very movingxx I went to visit the place where I was born today and found myself saying the opening line as we drove away from the place so ihad to mention it I was born in a former baronial mansion which can still be visited today it was a nursing maternity home called OVERTOUN HOUSE
Each stanza of the poem contrasts innocence with experience, the lost world of childhood, idealized by memory, with an adult world marked by regrets and a sense of loss, the latter most poignantly symbolized by the brother who, unlike the tree he planted on his birthday when a boy, is no longer living. Lovers of great poetry are likely to dismiss the poem for its childlike quality, but it remains highly popular with the average reader, partly I think for the plaintive, wistful air of the repeated I remember as well as for the nostalgia the poem evokes for the reader`s own childhood.