Into my heart an air that kills <br />From yon far country blows: <br />What are those blue remembered hills, <br />What spires, what farms are those? <br /> <br />That is the land of lost content, <br />I see it shining plain, <br />The happy highways where I went <br />And cannot come again.<br /><br />Alfred Edward Housman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/into-my-heart-an-air-that-kills-2/
