"Into my Heart . . . "
(poem #40 from
A Shropshire Lad
by A. E. Housman (1859-1936)
Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
4 [spires = church steeples]
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.