There are things of which I may not speak;
There are dreams that cannot die;
There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak,
And bring a pallor into the cheek,
And a mist before the eye.
And the words of that fatal song
Come over me like a chill:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
There are dreams that cannot die;
There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak,
And bring a pallor into the cheek,
And a mist before the eye.
And the words of that fatal song
Come over me like a chill:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, My Lost Youth
11 comments:
Those particular words of Longfellow fit well with the photo of the boy.
ഹൗ... വരികള് കടിച്ചിട്ട് പൊട്ടുന്നില്ല. എഴുതിയ ആളുടെ പേരും.
പിന്നെ ഫോട്ടോ നന്നായി. ഗ്രേ സ്കെയില് ആക്കിയപ്പോ ഒന്നൂടെ നന്നായി.
The boy sure is innocence personified. Nice
a good one .
Nice pic and a nice poem :)
Thanks for visiting my blog.
Cheers,
Netra
Beauuuuuuuuuutiful Sekar.
Hello Sekhar... thanks for the visit to my blog :) You have a wonderful blog yourself too! You can be sure I'll visit :)
The last three blogs I have visited are all in India and this one and those two before you represent some of the best and most imaginative photography I have seen since 2005 when I began blogging. Your work is really nice to see.
വളരെ നന്നായിരിക്കുന്നു!
Thanks a lot Barbara, Sreenath, T&S, Kichu & Chinnu, Netra, Maddy, Seemu, Abraham, & PTS for stopping by & appreciating :)
Sekhar,
Brilliant Capture and fantastic lines..Well done.!
Many thanks for visiting my blog.
Kind Regards
Gopan
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