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

Public domain: first published in 1922.

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