I decided to choose a poem by Lord Byron to accompany this ink drawing.
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.
