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 /> 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 /> 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-a-h-h-16-i-envy-not-in-any-moods/
