Tuesday, November 23, 2010

blue remembered hills

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.

-- From A Shropshire Lad by A.E. Housman

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