There is a pleasure in the pathless woods…
There is a rapture on the lonely shore…
There is a society where none intrudes…
By the deep sea and music in its roar…
I love not mean the less, but Nature more…
From these our interviews, in which I steal…
From all I maybe, or have been before.
To mingle with the Universe and feel…
What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.
– Byron