There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is rapture in 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 can not all conceal.
~ George Gordon Byron
(The Complete Works of Lord Byron)
Beautiful – both the poem and the image!
Thank you, Tiny!
Beautiful – I really like both the photo and the poem.
Thank you, Sheryl!
I learned this poem in Grade 12 and the first stanza still echoes in my head at intervals!
It is the sort of poem that stays in one’s memory, especially since I spent my childhood in a “pathless woods.”