CH ( / )

Into My Heart

Into my heart...
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.

User Rating: 5,0 / 5 ( 1 votes ) 1

Other poems of HENRY (19)

Robert Frost

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

Comments (1)

beautiful.....just beautiful......... Anjana