"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.' "
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, in "My Lost Youth"
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