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 are born the haunts of a thirst for more, For everything that Nature lends and gives, Is richer than the lives that man enshrines, Beneath whatever Heaven he most lives.

– Robert Southey, “On Seeing the Redbreast in a Cage”

• Robert Southey