My Lost Youth
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- 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.
- 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,
- And catch, in sudden gleams,
- The sheen of the far-surrounding seas,
- And islands that were the Hersperides
- Of all my boyish dreams.
- And the burden of that old song,
- It murmurs and whispers still:
- "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,
- 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,
- 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,
- 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."
- I remember the sea-fight far away,
- How it thundered o'er the tide!
- And the dead 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 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,
- 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 neighborhoods.
- And the verse of that sweet old song,
- 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;
- 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
- Sings on, and is never still:
- "A boy's will is the wind's will,
- And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
- There are things of which I may not speak;
- There are dreams that cannot die;
- There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak,
- And bring a pallor into the cheek,
- And a mist before the eye.
- And the words of that fatal song
- Come over me like a chill:
- "A boy's will is the wind's will,
- And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
- Strange to me now are the forms I meet
- When I visit the dear old town;
- But the native air is pure and sweet,
- And the trees that o'ershadow each well-known street,
- As they balance up and down,
- Are singing the beautiful song,
- Are sighing and whispering still:
- "A boy's will is the wind's will,
- And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
- And Deering'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 days that were,
- I find my lost youth again.
- And the strange and beautiful song,
- The groves are repeating it still:
- "A boy's will is the wind's will,
- And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
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