There Is Pleasure In The Pathless Woods

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 Childe Harold,

Canto iv,

Verse 178