Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
- A.E. Housman
Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
- A.E. Housman
i love me some hous, man
That is the land of lost content, 5
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.
It needs its concluding stanza. One of my all-time favourite poems.
Maybe you’re right. I had trouble getting I see it shining plain and
happy highways past my 2006 internal editor. I know. I should stop it.