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My Lost Youth 逝去的青春 by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 杨德豫 译 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 boys will is the winds 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,