Into my heart an air that kills . . . by A. E. Housman

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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This poem was published in A Shropshire lad in 1896.
Alfred Edward Housman (1859-1936)
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