When I Was a Boy by Eugene Field — Read

Up in the attic where I slept / When I was a boy, a little boy, / In through the lattice the moonlight crept, / Bringing a tide of dreams that swept / Over the low, red trundle-bed, / Bathing the tangled curly head, / While moonbeams played at hide-and-seek / With the dimples on the sun-browned cheek -- / When I was a boy, a little boy!

And, oh! the dreams -- the dreams I dreamed! / When I was a boy, a little boy! / For the grace that through the lattice streamed / Over my folded eyelids seemed / To have the gift of prophecy, / And to bring me glimpses of times to be / When manhood's clarion seemed to call -- / Ah! that was the sweetest dream of all, / When I was a boy, a little boy!