There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
 There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
 There is society, where none [bad word] 
 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