Billy Riggs Band

There’s lots to say about lost love… Unrequited, unresponsive, etc etc etc.. The possibilities are endless and fascinating. Personally, I just had someone dump me who I wasn’t really dating – pretty amazing! Quite an existential experience especially if I’ve really reserved my heart for someone else… So I think I’ll poor salt on any wounds that might exist with some lines from Tennyson… Rumor is, that he was borrowing from Saint Augustine, might have been quoting him from 1,500 years before, but only in the most proper Queen’s English of course:

Lord Alfred Tennyson

In Memoriam A.H.H. – XXVII

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.