Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
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One of the greatest poems of longing by a wonderful master of melancholy
My favourite poem. Some may find it maudlin and sentimental but I find it evocative of lost childhood. Happiness in simple things and realisation that life is transitory.
Remember it from walk about