A. E. Housman (1859–1936). A Shropshire Lad. 1896.

XL. Into my heart on air that kills

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.