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by HL33tibCe7 488 days ago
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. Those happy highways, where I went, and cannot go again.
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Perhaps an even more fitting Housman poem: https://poets.org/poem/loveliest-trees
Tennyson?