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