Blue remembered hills comes to mind
Taken from A.E. Housman's 1896 poem:
| |
| 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. |
Comments to
taglines82@gmail.com
