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I‘ve been slowly working through A.E. Housman‘s poetry collection, A Shropshire Lad, and am finishing it up this morning, which is kind of perfect since it‘s World Poetry Day! I loved A Shropshire Lad—it‘s written simply but with an underlying darkness of death and the beauty of a boy‘s memories of home.

I am five-and-forty so don't get me started! And I cannot find my A.E. Housman book anywhere, so here's the poem I was looking for in The Times anthology again.
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When I was one-and-twenty
I heard a wise man say,
`Give crowns and pounds and guineas
But not your heart away;
Give pearls away and rubies
But keep your fancy free.'
But I was one-and-twenty
No use to talk to me.

When I was one-and-twenty
I heard him say again,
`The heart out of the bosom
Was never given in vain;
'Tis paid with sighs a plenty
And sold for endless rue.'
And I am two-and-twenty
And oh, 'tis true, 'tis true.