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There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, 

There is a rapture on the lonely shore,

There is a 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 never express, yet can not all conceal.