Poem by nature lover Lord 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 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.



Lord Byron