I remember the sea-fight far away,Here Henry Longfellow spent his childhood and youth. Much of that strong aversion to
How it thundered o'er the tide!
And the dead captains, as they lay
In their graves, overlooking 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.
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