When the stars twinkle through the loops of time,
And the low night breeze waves along the air!
Underlying all his varying moods is this note:
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,