In Memoriam A.H.H. 27

hopozide's version from 2017-01-20 05:15


I envy not in any moods
      The captive void of noble rage,
      The linnet born within the cage,
That never knew the summer woods:


I envy not the beast that takes
      His license in the field of time,
      Unfetter'd by the sense of crime,
To whom a conscience never wakes;


Nor, what may count itself as blest,
      The heart that never plighted troth
      But stagnates in the weeds of sloth;
Nor any want-begotten rest.


I hold it true, whate'er befall;
      I feel it, when I sorrow most;
      'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.