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.
-- Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage
Being an account of a life spent reading
1 comment:
Your garden is so beautiful, C.!
`Tis paradise.
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