When first my way to fair I took
Few pence in purse had I,
And long I used to stand and look
At things I could not buy.
Now times are altered: if I care
To buy a thing, I can;
The pence are here and heres the fair,
But wheres the lost young man?
- To think that two and two are four
And neither five nor three
The heart of man has long been sore
And long tis like to be.
When first my way to fair I took
Alfred Edward Housman
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