Mr. Housman
Into my heart a killing wind
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 --
Those happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.
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 --
Those happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.
posted by jack despra at
6:27 PM
1 Comments:
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