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.
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I would like to translate this poem
beautiful.....just beautiful......... Anjana