Childhood

Charles Lamb

1775 to 1834

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Childhood - Track 1

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In my poor mind it is most sweet to muse
Upon the days gone by; to act in thought
Past seasons o’er, and be again a child;
To sit in fancy on the turf-clad slope,
Down which the child would roll; to pluck gay flowers,
Make posies in the sun, which the child’s hand
(Childhood offended soon, soon reconciled)
Would throw away, and straight take up again,
Then fling them to the winds, and o’er the lawn
Bound with so playful and so light a foot,
That the pressed daisy scarce declined her head.