Tribune and telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1855-1856, 1855-08-09
From Putnam's Monthly.
NV Lost Youth.

BY II. w. LoNGFELLOw.
OFTEN think of the beautiful town
That is seated by the sea;
Often in thought 90 up and down
The pleasant streets of that dear old town,
And my youth comes back TO me-
And verse of Lapland song,
Is haunting my memory still:
"a boys will is the winds WILL
And the thoughts of youth arc long, long thoughts
can see the shadowy lines of its trees,
And catch, in sudden CLEANS,
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,
Ii murlnurs ard whispers still:
"a boys will is the winds will,
And the thoughts of youth are long; long thoughts.
/ remember the black wharves and the slips,
And the sea tides tossing free,
And Spanish sailors with bearded lips,
And the beauty and my stery of the ships,
And the magic of the sea;
And the voice of that hayward song,
is singing and saying still:
"A boys will is the winds WILL
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts
Iremember the bulwarks by the shore,
And the fort upon the hill;
The sunrise gun, with It's hollow roar,
The drum-heat repeated DER and Ger,
And the bugle wild and shril
And the music of that old song,
1hroDs Ill my memory stlli
"a boys will is the winds VIII,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts
remember the senfght far away,
How it Numbered DER the tide!
And the dead captains as they lay
In their graves, oerlooking the tranquil bay,
Where they in battle died:
And the sound of that mournful song
Goes through me with thrill,
"a boys VIII is the winds viii,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts
can see the breezy dome of groves,
The shadows Of behring's woods
And the friendships old and the early loves
Come back with Sabbath sound as of doves
In quiet neighborho0ds:
And the voice of that sweet old song,
1t flutters and mumurs still;
"a boys viii is the winds will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
l remember the CLEANS and clooms that dart
Across the schoo!boys brain;
The song and tic silence i'll the heart,
That in part are prophecies, and IN part
Are longiugs wild and vain:
And the voice of that ftful song
Sings on, and is never still,
"A boys viii 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 are thots that make the strong heart weak
And bring palor into the check,
And mist before the eye:
And tie words of that fatal song
Come over mo like a chill,
"a boys wiz is the winds will,
And the thoughts Of youth are long, long thoughts
Strange to me now are the folks ] meet
When visit the dear cid town;
But the native air is pure and sweet,
And the trees that o'crshadow each well know
As they balance up and down, stree
Are singing the beautiful song,
Are signing and whispering still
"a boys win IL the Winds will,
And Tho thoughts Of youth are long, long thoughts.
And behring's Woods are fresh and fair,
And with joy that is almost pain,
Ny 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 repeating it still:
a boys will is the winds Will,
And the thoughts OF youth are long, long thoughts