Philip Bourke Marston - Youth and Nature lyrics

Is this the sky, and this the very earth I had such pleasure in when I was young? And can this be the identical sea-song, Heard once within the storm-cloud's awful girth, When a great cloud from silence burst to birth, And winds to whom it seemed I did belong Made the keen blood in me run swift and strong With irresistible, tempestuous mirth? Are these the forests loved of old so well, Where on May nights enchanted music was? Are these the fields of soft, delicious gra**, These the old hills with secret things to tell? O my dead youth, was this inevitable, That with thy pa**ing, Nature, too, should pa**?