There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, 



There is a rapture on the lonely shore, 



There is society where none intrudes 



By the deep sea, and music in its roar: 



I love not man the less, but nature more, 



From these our interviews, in which I steal 



From all I may be, or have been before, 



To mingle with the universe, and feel 



What I can ne er express, yet cannot all conceal. 



BYRON. 



