can someone please tell me the author of this piece of poetry please,when prone I lay me down to die ,then sigh,
sigh not at the death of me,
death has but eased my pain,
sigh at the tragedy,
I loved thee in vain.
thanks,fcc
INTO my heart on 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.