Poem by Alfred Edward Housman

A Shropshire Lad. 40. Into My Heart an Air that Kills

Into my heart an air that kills
   From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
   What spires, what farms are those?

That is the land of lost content,
   I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
   And cannot come again. 

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