Remember.

Volkov, Early Morning, undated

Once on the brow of yonder Hill I stopped, 

While I was yet a School-boy (of what age

I cannot well remember, but the hour

I well remember though the year be gone), 

And with a sudden influx overcome

At sight of this seclusion, I forgot 

My haste – for hasty had my footsteps been, 

As boyish my pursuits – [and sighing said],

‘What happy fortune were it here to live!’

William Wordsworth, from "Home at Grasmere"