Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? This is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain. The happy highways where I went And cannot come again. - A.E. Housman (1859-1936)
3 Comments:
Is that John hiding there?
7:39 PM
Yep! What gave him away? ;-)
11:53 AM
Um . . . . I think it must've been the pointy head under his hat. :-) And happy double-Schnapps birthday to him and his twin Gnome!
6:22 PM
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