The place I lived when I was ten I sometimes think of there, and then, And when I'm drowsing in my chair My dozy thoughts go back to there. I rest nearby a fireside glare A glass in hand and here is where I think of things I used to do When I was merely eight and two. But this was when my world was new, And in the hours before I grew, Outside the door and down the way, For, this is where I used to play. When all the words I used to say Concerned such things as came that day. I hear the songs I used to sing And all the joy that they would bring. No more I live where I was king Yet still the memories from there ring. I've been aside so long a time Yet still the memories from there chime. So, as I dream of days, sublime; As recollections higher climb; I sometimes, now, remember when... And how I wish that I was ten.