A Shropshire Lad
an air that kills
Table of Contents
Catalogue of Titles
Logos Virtual Library
Catalogue
A Shropshire Lad
|
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. |
 ’Tis time, I think, by Wenlock town |
 In my own shire, if I was sad |