Monday, September 9, 2019

Dorothy Alberta


"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."

from A Shropshire Lad
by A. E. Housman 

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