Echoing Words

There is 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’re express, yet cannot all conceal.

Lord Byron
Solitude