The glamor
Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast
Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past.

In these lines the speaker is overtaken by nostalgia so intense it dissolves the emotional defenses associated with adulthood. “Glamor” suggests an enchantment or aura that childhood once possessed—something irrecoverable yet powerfully present in memory. The “flood of remembrance” conveys both abundance and overwhelm: recollection is not calm reflection but a force that sweeps away “manhood,” i.e., the stoic self-image and social expectations of masculine composure. The admission “I weep like a child” collapses past and present, implying that the child-self persists within the adult and can reassert itself through memory. The passage dramatizes Lawrence’s recurring interest in primal feeling and the costs of modern self-control.