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.
The poem I have chosen to work with in improv..... the concepts intrigued me...it reminds of the unnoticeable sounds of the world which capture our hearts even though they may never surface enough for us to comment on them.....
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