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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
by HL33tibCe7 2y ago
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. Those happy highways, where I went, and cannot go again.
- sebmellen 2y agoTennyson?
- mtsolitary 2y agoHousman https://poets.org/poem/shropshire-lad-xl https://poets.org/poem/shropshire-lad-xl
- miniatureape 2y agoPerhaps an even more fitting Housman poem: https://poets.org/poem/loveliest-trees https://poets.org/poem/loveliest-trees