A Shropshire Lad, XL (by Alfred Edward Housman)

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.

Remember (by Christina Rossetti)

Remember me when I am gone away,

         Gone far away into the silent land;

         When you can no more hold me by the hand,

Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.

Remember me when no more day by day

         You tell me of our future that you plann'd:

         Only remember me; you understand

It will be late to counsel then or pray.

Yet if you should forget me for a while

         And afterwards remember, do not grieve:

         For if the darkness and corruption leave

         A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,

Better by far you should forget and smile

         Than that you should remember and be sad.