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 />A. E. Housman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/into-my-heart-an-air-that-kills/
