Cried he with his face uplifted In that bitter hour of anguish, Through the far-resounding forest, All day long roved Hiawatha In that melancholy forest, With those gloomy guests, that watched her, 90 And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." I can see the shadowy lines of its trees, 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." ΙΟ 15 20 25 I remember the bulwarks by the shore, And the fort upon the hill; The sunrise gun, with its hollow roar, And the music of that old song 30 "A boy's will is the wind's will, 35 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. 46 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." 45 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 And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." I remember the gleams and glooms that dart 55 The song and the silence in the heart, That in part are prophecies and in part 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." 60 |