There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the depth of the sea, and the breadth of shore;
Though I may roam, and my heart will see,
A world in lonely wildness, a beauty free.

Wild is the sea; and the wind, like a bird,
Flutters and plays with the foamy spray;
Delighting in its own wildness, unheard,
These sounds fill the heart with joy and dismay;
In these solitudes, as day melts away,
Nature is darkly fair, sublime and gay.

• Lord Byron