Quote#Happiness
Into my heart an air that kills
Quote byAlfred Edward Housman · 1859–1936
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: A Shropshire Lad (1896), No. 40.
English (original)
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.
— Alfred Edward Housman
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