A. E. Housman Air Quotations

In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.

O Queen of air and darkness,I think 'tis truth you say,And I shall die to-morrow;But you will die to-day.

Tomorrow, more's the pity, / Away we both must hie, To air the ditty / and to earth I.

Tomorrow, more's the pity, Away we both must hie, To air the ditty and to earth I.

Into my hear an air that kills through yon far country blows what are those blue remembered hills what spires,what farms are those? that is the land of lost content I can see it shining plain the happy highways where I went and cannot come again.

Into my heart an air that kills / From yon far country blows: / What are those blue remembered hills, / What spires, what farms are those?