There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, <br />There is a rapture on the lonely shore, <br />There is society, where none intrudes, <br />By the deep sea, and music in its roar: <br />I love not man the less, but Nature more, <br />From these our interviews, in which I steal <br />From all I may be, or have been before, <br />To mingle with the Universe, and feel <br />What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.<br /><br />George Gordon Byron<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-is-pleasure-in-the-pathless-woods/
