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.
“Into My Heart an Air that Kills” by A.E. Housman.
The picture is of some friends, some years ago, somewhere in Ireland — hills and highways where I went.
Here is Peter Hitchens reciting the poem and making a strong justification for why words like this are essential to the good life and the healthy mind: