Alfred Edward Housman (Альфред Эдвард Хаусман (Хаусмен))
Last Poems. 35. When First My Way to Fair I Took
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.
Alfred Edward Housman’s other poems:
- Last Poems. 19. In Midnights of November
- More Poems. 14. The Farms of Home Lie Lost in Even
- Last Poems. 14. The Culprit
- Last Poems. 20. The Night Is Freezing Fast
- Last Poems. 27. The Sigh That Heaves the Grasses
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