Last Poems (Housman)/When first my way to fair I took

by Alfred Edward Housman

XXXV

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 here's the fair, But where's the lost young man?

—To think that two and two are four And neither five nor threeThe heart of man has long been sore And long 'tis like to be.