There Is Pleasure In The Pathless Woods (Byron)
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.
Now if the harvest is over / And the world cold / Give me the bonus of laughter / As I lose hold.
From ‘A Nip in the Air’ by John Betjemen.
I laughed yesterday for the first time in too long and this poem summed up my thoughts exactly. I need to take a week off work to read more Betjemen and laugh and lose hold.
“Good friends, good books, and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.” – Mark Twain
“The man who does not read has no advantage over the man who cannot read.” – Mark Twain
“Nothing in this world is harder than speaking the truth, nothing easier than flattery.”