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 HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW

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 Dcering'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.'

��695 The Galley of Count Arnaldos

Ai' what pleasant visions haunt me As I gaze upon the sea' All the old romantic legends,

All my dreams, come back to me.

Sails of silk and ropes of sandal, Such as gleam in ancient lore;

And the singing of the sailors, And the answer from the shore'

Most of all, the Spanish ballad Haunts me oft, and tarries long,

Of the noble Count Arnaldos And the sailor's mystic song.

Telling how the Count Arnaldos, With his hawk upon his hand,

Saw a fair and stately galley,

Steering onward to the land;

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