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.
A E Houseman - The Shropshire Lad
Sunday, June 28, 2009
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Hi Murph,
This poem is so sad - I wish I knew more about the context behind the content. It made me think of, "How Green was my Valley".
Hope you are content during this rainy season...it's strange here in New England.
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