woods,
There is rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and the 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 cannot express, yet cannot
conceal
-Lord Byron
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