I envy not in any moods <br />The captive void of noble rage, <br />The linnet born within the cage, <br />That never knew the summer woods: <br /> <br />I envy not the beast that takes <br />His license in the field of time, <br />Unfetter'd by the sense of crime, <br />To whom a conscience never wakes; <br /> <br />Nor, what may count itself as blest, <br />The heart that never plighted troth <br />But stagnates in the weeds of sloth; <br />Nor any want-begotten rest. <br /> <br />I hold it true, whate'er befall; <br />I feel it, when I sorrow most; <br />'Tis better to have loved and lost <br />Than never to have loved at all.<br /><br />Alfred Lord Tennyson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-memoriam-16-i-envy-not-in-any-moods-2/
