Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Into My Heart An Air That Kills

Into my heart an air that kills
From you far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farm are those?

That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.

1 comment:

smilnsigh said...

Sadness...

Mari-Nanci