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There is pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is rapture in the lonely shore,
There is society where none intrudes,
By the deep see, and music in its roars.
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, from 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 can not all conceal.