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. 



KoU on, thou deep and dark-blue Ocean — roll ! 



Bykon. 



