BLUE REMEMBERED HILLS

POEM BY A E HOUSEMAN

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,         5
  I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
  And cannot come again.
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