in there where none intrudes

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.

 

G. G. Byron

Done