• 2012-01-26

    Nature - []

    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.
     
    From "Child Harold's Pilgrimage",  canto iv, verse 178,
    by Lord Byron, (1788-1824)