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.
Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage – Byron
I have to admit I didn’t use to be a fan of Byron. I have a particular memory of a whole class of scorn reading through ‘When we two parted in silence and tears’ for GCSE, completely unmoved by the rhythmic drive, which we found rather silly, and the high-blown tragedy. Now I rather enjoy the sensuousness of Byron’s writing and can see why he was so popular with contemporaries.
The next line, if you liked this, is “Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean – roll!”. Good stuff!