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."
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882),
My Lost Youth
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