Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows.
What are those blue remember’d 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.
AE Housman - A Shropshire Lad
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