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’er express, yet cannot all conceal.
An excerpt from Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage by Lord Byron.
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That says so much and I appreciate that so much.
Yisraela
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That’s good.
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