Alfred Edward HOUSMAN (1859-1936) : The land of lost content

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.

From A Shropshire Lad, 1887