/lit/ - Literature

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"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

I love this. My 3x great grandfather had a similar poem. Pic related, from a novel he wrote. Hope it isn't blurry.