The Lonely Shore
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
By the deep Sea, and music in its roar:
There is society where none intrudes,
I love not Man the less, but Nature more,
From all I may be, or have been before,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
- Lord Byron, Childe Harold
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