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
Lonely places seem to strike a responsive chord in most people, whether as a renunciation of society or find a sense of beauty that city streets and people do not satisfy.
There Is Pleasure In The Pathless Woods