There is a Pleasure in the Pathless Woods
by Lord George Gordon Byron
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 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 ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.
I love the Romantics.