Burlington free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1827-1865, 1855-08-17
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trrom the Portland tMc. ->--cr,iscr, July 80

From the Portland (Mc. SsyIN Ncrtiscr, July ~.
The following beautiful pocm taken fr ON the
August number of Putnam, will be read with cs
pccinl interest by our own citizens 1t was but
riglt that the final regard Of the poet 81 Ould i'm
moratlisc the city which gave him to tho world &,
and whose people have 50 deep an esteem for him
MY LOST YOUTH.
rY nESny W. LoSGFELLow.
often 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 INC,
And a verse of a lapand song
is haunting my memory still
4" 4 boys will is the winds will,
And the thoughts ofyouh are long long thong hts y
| can see the shadow lines Of its trees"
And catch, in sudden CLEANS,
The sheen of far surrounding seas,
And islands that were the llcsperdo'
Of all my boyish dreams
And the burden Of that old song.
II murmurs and whispers still
e \ boys will is the winds will.
And the ght of youth are long, long though Is.
| remember the black wharvcs and the ships.
And the sca-tidcs tossing free
And Spanish sailors with bearded lips,
And the beauty and mystery of the ships.
And the mia giu Of the
And the voice Of that wayward song
l. singing aud saying still
"a boys will is the winds will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts, "
remember the bulworks by the shore,
And the fort upon the hill
Tho sunrise gun, with its hollow roar,
The drum-heat repeated o'cr and Ger.
And the buglc wild and shrill.
And the music Of that old song
Throbs in my memory still
IA boys will is the winds will,
And the thoughts of youth are long long thoughts"
T ,,o SON Il, IA nrnv
How it thundcrcd o'cr the tide
And the lead captains as they lay
In their graves o'erlooking the tranquil bay,
Where they in battle died.
And the sound of that mournful song
Goes through me with thrill
"a boys will is the winds will,
And the thoughts Of youth are long long thoughts"
I can see the breezy dome Of groves,
The shadows OF behring's Wood,
And the friendships old, the early love.
Come back with sabbath sound, as of doves
In quiet neighborhoodS
And the of that sweet old song,
1t flutterS and murmurs still
"A boys will is the winds will,
And the thoughts of youth long, long thoughts"
| rcmemenber the CLEANS and gloom. that dart
Across the sohool-boy'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 voice of that itful song
Sings on, and is never still
a boys will is the winds will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts"
There are things of which ] may not speak
There dreams that cannot die
There thoughts that make the strong heart weak,
And bring paor into the check,
And mist before the eye.
And the words of that fatal song
Come me like a chill
a boys will is the winds will.
And the thoughts of youth are long long thoughts"
Strange to Inc the forms | meet
When | visit the dear old town
But the native air is pure and sweet,
And the trees that oerhadow each wellknown street.
As they balance up and down,
Arc singing the beautiful song,
Are singing and whispering still
"a boys will is the winds will,
And the thoughts of youth long long thoughts"
And behring's Woods are fresh and fair,
And with joy that is almost pain
My heart goes back to wander there,
And among the dreams Of the day. that were
! find my lost youth again.
And the strange and beautiful song,
The groves are repeating it still
a boys will is the winds will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts