Thursday, 26 May 2011

My Lost Youth

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.'



Extract by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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