The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1879-02-24
POETRY.
MY Lost Youth.
by LoNGFELLOw.

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 10 me.
And verse 81 a Laplaud song
Is haunting my memory still:
"A boys will is the winds will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
can see the shadowy lines of its trees,
And catch, in sudden CLEANS,
The sheen OF the Tar surrounding seas,
And Islands that were the Hesperides
Of all my boysh dreams.
And Tue burden of that old song,
IL murmurs and 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 mystery of the ships,
And the magic OF the sea
And the voice Of that Maynard song
Is SINGING and saying still:
"a boys will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts Of youth are long, long thoughts"
remember the bulwarks by the Shore
And the fort upon the hill;
The sun rise gun with it's hollow roar
Inc rum-beat repeated DER and DER,
And The buge wild aud shrl.
And the music OF that old song
Throbs In my memory still:
"a boys will is the winds will,
And the thoughts youth are long, long thoughts"
remember the sea-fght far away
How IL Numbered Ger the tide!
And the DEAD captains, as they lay
In Iheir graves o'erio0king the tranquil lay,
Where they in battle died.
And the sound of that mournful song
Goes through me with thrlll
"A boys will is the winds will,
ana the thoughts OF youth are long, long thoughts
The shadows of behring's Woods;
ANA the friend ships old and the early loves
Come back with sabbath sound, as of doves
In quiet Deig bborhoods.
ana the verse Of that sweet old song
IL hutters ami murmurs still:
"A boys will is the win rs will,
And the thoughts OF youth are long long thoughts.
remember the CLEANS and glooms that dart
Across the schO0boy's brain;
The song and the silence in the heart,
That IN part are prophecies and in part
Are lODgings wild and vain
And the voice OF that titful song
Sings on, and is never still
"a boys will is the winds will,
And tie thoughts Of youth are long long thoughts"
There are things of which may not speak;
There are dreams that cannot die;
There are 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 will is the winds will,
Ard the thoughts OF youth are long, long Thoughts
Strange TO me now are the forms that meet
When visit the dear old town.
But the native air is pure and sweet.
And the Trees that o'ershadow each we'll known
AS they balance up and down.
Are singing the beautiful sorg,
Are signing and whispering still
ga boys will is The winds will.
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts
And DeeIings Woods are fresh and fair,
And with joy that is almost pain
My heart goes ba X to wander there
And ong the dreams of the days that were
find my lost youth again.
And the strange and beautiful song
The groves are repeating IL still:
"a boys will Is the winds will
And the thoughts Of youth are long long thoughts"