From "A West Shire Lad".


 And through my heart on air that kills
   From yon far land it blows:
 What are those seen in mind blue hills,
   What spires, what farms are those?

 That is the land of lost peace rent,
   I see it plain shine forth,
 The glad high roads where once I went
   And can't come back no more.

                                -- A.E. House Man