#28.

Got in a rather bad mood today, and I'm just looking for something to clear my head.

I feel like sharing one of my favorite poems.

My ultimate favorite poem is The Definition Of Love by Andrew Marvell, but this one is good as well. It's by Alfred Tennyson. I'm sure all the literature fanatics have heard of him.

I envy not in any moods

The captive void of noble rage,

The linnet born within a 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, whatever befall;

I feel it, when I sorrow most;

'Tis better to have loved and lost,

Than never to have loved at all.

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