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.
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When this world's too much it will be only the ocean and me, And all of these troubles will all be erased soon, They go out with the tide
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