I’m on vacation this week, and this is the piece I’ve been meditating on as we hike and swim and rest our busy minds at the end of this, the darkest month of the year.
There is Pleasure in the Pathless Woods
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 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.