Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Published on Nov 27, 2015
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Later Life
My Lost Youth
- OFTEN I think of the beautiful town
- That is seated by the sea;
- Often in thought go up and down
- The pleasant streets of that dear old town,
- And my youth comes back to me.
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- And a verse of a Lapland song
- Is haunting my memory still:
- 'A boy's will is the wind's will,
- And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.'
- I can see the shadowy lines of its trees,
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- And catch, in sudden gleams,
- The sheen of the far-surrounding seas,
- And islands that were the Hesperides
- Of all my boyish dreams.
- And the burden of that old song,
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- 'A boy's will is the wind's will,
- And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.'
- I remember the black wharves and the slips,
- And the sea-tides tossing free;
- And Spanish sailors with bearded lips,
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- And the beauty and mystery of the ships,
- And the magic of the sea.
- And the voice of that wayward song
- Is singing and saying still:
- 'A boy's will is the wind's will,
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- And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.'
- I remember the bulwarks by the shore,
- And the fort upon the hill;
- The sunrise gun with its hollow roar,
- The drum-beat repeated o'er and o'er,
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- And the bugle wild and shrill.
- And the music of that old song
- Throbs in my memory still:
- 'A boy's will is the wind's will,
- And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.'
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- I remember the sea-fight far away,
- How it thunder'd o'er the tide!
- And the dead sea-captains, as they lay
- In their graves o'erlooking the tranquil bay
- Where they in battle died.
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- And the sound of that mournful song
- Goes through me with a thrill:
- 'A boy's will is the wind's will,
- And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.'
- I can see the breezy dome of groves,
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- The shadows of Deering's woods;
- And the friendships old and the early loves
- Come back with a Sabbath sound, as of doves
- In quiet neighbourhoods.
- And the verse of that sweet old song,
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- It flutters and murmurs still:
- 'A boy's will is the wind's will,
- And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.'
- I remember the gleams and glooms that dart
- Across the schoolboy's brain;
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- The song and the silence in the heart,
- That in part are prophecies, and in part
- Are longings wild and vain.
- And the voice of that fitful song
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