July’s poem
… is by A.E. Housman:
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.
(A Shropshire Lad, no. XL)
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Into my heart an air that killsFrom 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.
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(A Shropshire Lad, no. XL)