Where man's profane and tainting hand <br />Nature’s primaeval loveliness has marred, <br />And some few souls of the high bliss debarred <br />Which else obey her powerful command; <br />...mountain piles <br />That load in grandeur Cambria's emerald vales.<br /><br />Percy Bysshe Shelley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fragment-of-a-sonnet-farewell-to-north-devon/
