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XL. [Into my heart on air that kills]

by A. E. Housman, 1896

Into my heart on 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.

Published in A Shropshire Lad
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