A. E. Housman (1859–1936). A Shropshire Lad. 1896.
XIII. When I was one-and-twenty
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.
A.E. Houseman
I can never read Houseman without thinking of Wendy Cope's poem:
I think I am in love with A.E. Houseman,
Which puts me in a worse than usual fix.
No woman ever stood a chance with Houseman
And he's been dead since 1936.
XIII. When I was one-and-twenty
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.
A.E. Houseman
I can never read Houseman without thinking of Wendy Cope's poem:
I think I am in love with A.E. Houseman,
Which puts me in a worse than usual fix.
No woman ever stood a chance with Houseman
And he's been dead since 1936.
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