There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, ( more photos in the comment box )
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.
George Gordon Byron
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Spring from my archives...6 photos in the comment box
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, ( more photos in the comment box )
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.
George Gordon Byron
Texture www.flickr.com/photos/lenabem-anna/6921706290/in/set-7215...
© ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Use without permission is illegal.
Spring from my archives...6 photos in the comment box