A. E. Housman’s lines below are good to carry around in memory. They go particularly far into oneself, and farther with age:
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.
(Quoted from page 57 of A Shropshire Lad, by Alfred Edward Housman. Avon Books, 1972)
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