PagineInto my heart an air that kills
by A. E. Housman
From A Shropshire Lad (1896), XL
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.
This poem is in the public domain. Source text: Project Gutenberg.