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 | Longfellow's boyhood poems |  |
I thought the joys of earth
Would droop and wither never!
That hopes of mortal birth
Would live and bloom forever:—
Nor wind should wake time's silent lake,
When skies were fair above me,
Nor hearts grow cold in the earth's mould
I thought were form'd to love me.
Would droop and wither never!
That hopes of mortal birth
Would live and bloom forever:—
Nor wind should wake time's silent lake,
When skies were fair above me,
Nor hearts grow cold in the earth's mould
I thought were form'd to love me.
| Longfellow's boyhood poems | |