Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1855-11-08
From Putnam'S Mdgazine.l
MY LOST YOUTH.
BY henry W. LoNGFELLow.

BY henry LoNGFELLow.
Often think of the beautiful town
That is seated by the sea;
Often in thought go up and DOM
The pleasant streets Of that dear old town,
And my youth comes back to me.
AMI a verse of Lapand song
Is haunting my Demory still
"a hoy's will is the winds WILL
And the thoughts Of youth long, long thoughts"
can sec the shadowy lines of its trees,
And catch, in sudden gleams
The SHEEN of far-surr0unding seas,
And islands that were the Hesperides
Of all my boysh Dire ms.
And the burden Of tlat old song,
It murmurs and whispers still:
"a boys will is the win 70 will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts"
remember the black wharves and the slips,
Ami the sea-i les tossing free;
Aud Spanish 81 ii RS with bearded lips,
And the beauty and myst ry Of the ships,
And the magic of the
And the voice of that waywaId song
Is sinlug and saying still:
"A boys viii is the winds will
And the thoughts OF youth long, long thoughts"
rem amber the buIwarks by the shore,
And the fort upon the hill;
The sunrise gun, with its hollow roar
The drum-beat repeated DER and DER,
And the buge wild and shrill.
And the music Of that old song
ThrobS in my nj morY st
"a boys will is the winds will,
And the thoughts Of youth long, long thoughts"
1 remember the sea.Gght far away,
How it Numbered DER the tide!
And the dead captains, as they lay
In their graves o'erookiHg the TRANQUIL bay
Where they in battle died
And The sound Of that mournfu song
Goes through me with Thrill:
"a boys will is the Winds will,
And the thoughts Of youth long, long thoughtsn
I can sea the breezy dome Of groves
The sha lo@s of behring's Woods;
aud the friendships old and the early loves
Come back with Sabbath sound, as of doves
In quiet neighbor GODS
And the verse of that sweet old sorg
1t lutters aud murmurs still:
ga boys will is the winds will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts"
remember the CLEANS and glooms that dart
Across the schoolboy's brain;
The song and the silence in the heart.
That in part are prophecies, and in part
Are longings wild and vain
And the ice of that ftlul song
Sings on, and is never still
A boys will Is the Winds will,
And the thoughts of you are long, long thoughts"
There are things of which may not speak;
There are dreams that cannot die;
There Thoughts that make the strong heart weak
And bring pallor into the cheek,
And mist before the eye.
And the words Of that fatal song
Come over me like chill,
A boys willis the Winds will
AND the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughtsn
Strange to me now are the ferns meet
wren Y's the dear old town
But the native air is pure and sweet
And The trees that 1erShadow each welknown street
as they balance up aid down,
are signing and whispering still
boys willis the winds win,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts"
And behring's Woods are fresh and fair,
And with joy that is almost pain
by heart goes back to wander there,
And among the dreams OF the days that were
find my lost youth again.
And the strange and beautiful song,
The groves are repeating it STILL
boys will is the winds will
And the thoughts Of youth are long, long thoughts,n