Into My Heart an Air That Kills

A. E. Housman(1859–1936)

A Shropshire Lad, 1896

Into my heart an air that killsFrom 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 wentAnd cannot come again.

From A Shropshire Lad (1896), via the English Wikisource transcription.

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