The land of lost content

The Wrekin (lånat foto)

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.

Dikt XL i "A Shropshire Lad" av A. E. Houseman

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Jag läser A.N. Wilsons "After the Victorians- The world our parents knew"