Thursday, September 04, 2008

A Poem

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is a society where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar.
I love not man the less, but nature more.
- George Gordon, Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage

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