��HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW

689. .My Lost Tout h

TEN 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,

1 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 Hesperides 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. Ji:r ,.,{q

And the voice of that wayward song Is singing and saying still : C A boy's will is the wind's will, ;i/ , r And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts/

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