There is a pleasitre in the pathless zvoods, 
There is a raptiu'e on the lonely shore, 
There is society zvhere none intrudes 
By the deep sea, and music in its roar: 
I love not man the less, but nature more. 
From these our interviezvs, in zvhich I steal 
From all I may be, or have been before. 
To mingle zvith the universe, and feel 
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal. 
Byron. 
