XL

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,
Those happy highways where I went
  And cannot come again.

A.E. Housman, A Shropshire Lad
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