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 three
The heart of man has long been sore
And long ’tis like to be.
A.E. Housman, Last Poems
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Public domain: first published in 1922.