Like the Irish Emigrant poem, I posted few months back
This one also was in my notebook, and one of my favorites

Frankly speaking, I didn't know from where I got it
I didn't even know the name of the writer
till I checked today, to post it

THIS IS ONLY A SMALL PART OF IT
I hope you will enjoy it as much as I do, and will


Henry Wadsworth, 1807 - 1882

My Lost Youth

Ofen 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 a wind's will
and the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts

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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

srange to me now are the forms I meet
when I visit the dear town
but the native air is pure and sweet
and the trees that o'ershadow each well-known street
as they balace 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 most 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



Nazlat