• 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? That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, The happy highways where I went And cannot come again.
    Source: A Shropshire Lad (1896)
    A. E. Housman
    British poet 1859-1936
    A. E. Housman
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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? 
  
 That is the land of lost content, 
 I see it shining plain, 
 The happy highways where I went 
 And cannot come again.
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. by : A. E. Housman
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forest 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.
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