Nice one. Not many people I know are into poetry, or would admit to it! I've bought plenty of anthologies over the years and it's almost worth reading a whole book to come across one verse that strikes a chord with you. One of my personal favourites:
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.
A E Housman