There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lone 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 I may be, or have been before.
To mingle with the Universe and feel
What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.
By George Gordon Byron