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.

The rolling green hills, the views from Mitchells Fold, Shropshire is inspriring, as are the poems, 60 odd in all written by A E Houseamn at the end of the 19th century.
I was fortunate enough  to spend magical times there over the Easter Weekend.  My pictorial memories