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First loved beneath an April sky；
And wept those fine…imagined woes
That youth at nineteen thinks it knows；
Now love and woe both run so deep
I have not any time to weep。
No matter； though at last we see
That what was could not always be；
It girds our loins and steels our hands
In duller days and smaller lands
To recollect the country where
The world was wide and life was fair。
Reginald Wright Kauffman ＇1877…
TEMPLE GARLANDS
There is a temple in my heart
Where moth or rust can never come；
A temple swept and set apart；
To make my soul a home。
And round about the doors of it
Hang garlands that forever last；
That gathered once are always sweet；
The roses of the Past！
A。 Mary F。 Robinson ＇1857…
TIME LONG PAST
Like the ghost of a dear friend dead
Is Time long past。
A tone which is now forever fled；
A hope which is now forever past；
A love so sweet it could not last；
Was Time long past。
There were sweet dreams in the night
Of Time long past：
And； was it sadness or delight；
Each day a shadow onward cast
Which made us wish it yet might last； …
That Time long past。
There is regret； almost remorse；
For Time long past。
'Tis like a child's beloved corse
A father watches； till at last
Beauty is like remembrance； cast
From Time long past。
Percy Bysshe Shelley ＇1792…1822＇
〃I REMEMBER； I REMEMBER〃
I remember； I remember
The house where I was born；
The little window where the sun
Came peeping in at morn；
He never came a wink too soon
Nor brought too long a day；
But now； I often wish the night
Had borne my breath away。
I remember； I remember
The roses； red and white；
The violets； and the lily…cups …
Those flowers made of light！
The lilacs where the robin built；
And where my brother set
The laburnum on his birthday； …
The tree is living yet！
I remember； I remember
Where I was used to swing；
And though the air must rush as fresh
To swallows on the wing；
My spirit flew in feathers then
That is so heavy now；
The summer pools could hardly cool
The fever on my brow。
I remember； I remember
The fir…trees dark and high；
I used to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky：
It was a childish ignorance；
But now 'tis little joy
To know I'm farther off from Heaven
Than when I was a boy。
Thomas Hood ＇1799…1845＇
MY LOST YOUTH
Often 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；
And the thoughts of youth； are long； long thoughts。〃
I 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。
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。〃
I remember the bulwarks by the shore；
And the fort upon the hill；
The sunrise gun； with its hollow roar；
The drum…beat repeated o'er and o'er；
And the bugle wild and shrill。
And the music of that old song
Throbs in my memory still：
〃A boy's will is the wind's will；
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。
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。〃
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
In quiet neighborhoods。
And the verse of that sweet old song；
It flutters and murmurs still：
〃A boy's will is the wind's will；
And the thoughts of youth are long； long thoughts。〃
I remember the gleams and glooms that dart
Across the school…boy's brain；
The song and the silence in the heart；
That in part are prophecies； and in part
Are longings wild and vain。
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。〃
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〃
Strange to me are the forms I meet
When I visit the dear old town；
But the native air is pure and sweet；
And the trees that o'ershadow each well…known street；
As they balance 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 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＇
〃VOICE OF THE WESTERN WIND〃
Voice of the western wind！
Thou singest from afar；
Rich with the music of a land
Where all my memories are；
But in thy song I only hear
The echo of a tone
That fell divinely on my ear
In days forever flown。
Star of the western sky！
Thou beamest from afar；
With lustre caught from eyes I knew
Whose orbs were each a star；
But； oh； those orbs … too wildly bright …
No more eclipse thine own；
And never shall I find the light
Of days forever flown！
Edmund Clarence Stedman ＇1833…1908＇
LANGSYNE； WHEN LIFE WAS BONNIE〃
Langsyne； when life was bonnie；
An' a' the skies were blue；
When ilka thocht took blossom；
An' hung its heid wi' dew；
When winter wasna winter；
Though snaws cam' happin' doon；
Langsyne； when life was bonnie；
Spring gaed a twalmonth roun'。
Langsyne； when life was bonnie；
An' a' the days were lang；
When through them ran the music
That comes to us in sang；
We never wearied liltin'
The auld love…laden tune；
Langsyne； when life was bonnie；
Love gaed a twalmonth roun'。
Langsyne； when life was bonnie；
An' a' the warld was fair；
The leaves were green wi' simmer；
For autumn wasna there。
But listen hoo they rustle；
Wi' an eerie； weary soun'；
For noo； alas； 'tis winter
That gangs a twalmonth roun'。
Alexander Anderson ＇1845…1909＇
THE SHOOGY…SHOO
I do be thinking； lassie； of the old days now；
For oh！ your hair is tangled gold above your Irish brow；
And oh！ your eyes are fairy flax！ no other eyes so blue；
Come nestle in my arms； and swing upon the shoogy…shoo。
Sweet and slow； swinging low； eyes of Irish blue；
All my heart is swinging； dear； swinging here with you；
Irish eyes are like the flax； and mine are wet with dew；
Thinking of the old days upon the shoogy…shoo。
When meadow…larks would singing be in old Glentair；
Was one sweet lass had eyes of blue and tangled golden hair；
She was a wee bit girleen then； dear heart； the like of you；
When we two swung the braes among； upon the shoogy…shoo。
Ah well； the world goes up and down； and some sweet day
Its shoogy…shoo will swing us two where sighs will pass away；
So nestle close your bonnie head； and close your eyes so true；
And swing with me； and memory； upon the shoogy…shoo。
Sweet and slow； swinging low； eyes of Irish blue；
All my heart is swinging； dear； swinging here with you；
Irish eyes are like the flax； and mine are wet with dew；
Thinking of the old days upon the shoogy…shoo。
Winthrop Packard ＇1862…
BABYLON
〃We shall meet again in Babylon。〃
I'm going softly all my years in wisdom if in pain …
For； oh； the music stirs my blood as once it did before；
And still I hear in Babylon； in Babylon； in Babylon；
The dancing feet in Babylon； of those who took my floor。
I'm going silent all my years； but garnered in my brain
Is that swift wit which used to flash and cut them like a sword …
And now I hear in Babylon； in Babylon； in Babylon；
The foolish tongues in Babylon； of those who took my word。
I'm going lonely all my days； who was the first to crave
The second； fierce； unsteady voice； that struggled to speak free …
And now I watch in Babylon； in Babylon； in Babylon；
The pallid loves in Babylon of men who once loved me。
I'm sleeping early by a flame as one content and gray；
But； oh； I dream a dream of dreams beneath a winter moon；
I breathe the breath of Babylon； of Babylon； of Babylon；
The scent of silks in Babylon that floated to a tune。
A band of years has flogged me out … an exile's fate is mine；
To sit with mumbling crones and still a heart that cries with youth。
But； oh； to walk in Babylon； in Babylon； in Babylon；
The happy streets in Babylon； when once the dream was truth。
Viola Taylor ＇18
THE ROAD OF REMEMBRANCE
The old wind stirs the hawthorn tree；
The tree is blossoming；
Northward the road runs to the sea；
And past the House of Spring。
The folk go down it unafraid；
The still roofs rise before；
When you were lad and I was maid；
Wide open stood the door。
Now； other children crowd the stair；
And hunt from room to room；
Outside； under the hawthorn fair；
We pluck the thorny bloom。
Out in the quiet road we stand；
Shut in from wharf and mart；
The old wind blowing up the land；
The old thoughts at our heart。
Lizette Woodworth Reese ＇1856…1935＇
THE TRIUMPH OF FORGOTTEN THINGS
There is a pity in forgotten things；
Banished the heart they can no longer fill；
Since restless Fancy； spreading swallow wings；
Must seek new pleasures still！
There is a patience； too； in things forgot；
They wait … they find the portal long unused；
And knocking there； it shall refuse them not； …
Nor aught shall be refused！
Ah； yes！ though we； unheeding years on years；
In alien pledges spend the heart's estate；
They bide so
