Lonely Shore

Writing doesn't happen like I intend it to these days. Camp life and other projects and what not. 

But I did sneak a few minutes of painting in here and there which eventually turned into “Lonely Shore”. Named after “There Is Pleasure In The Pathless Woods” by Lord Byron.

It's a beautiful poem so I'm sending it, just in case you haven't read it.

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There Is Pleasure In the Pathless Woods

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.

Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean-roll!

Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;

Man marks the earth with ruin-his control

Stops with the shore;-upon the watery plain

The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain

A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, 

When for a moment, like a drop of rain,

He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan,

Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.

His steps are not upon thy paths,-thy fields

Are not a spoil for him,-thou dost arise

And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields

For earth's destruction thou dost all despise,

Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies,

And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray

And howling, to his gods, where haply lies

His petty hope in some near port or bay,

And dashest him again to earth: there let him lay.

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“…there is rapture on the lonely shore…By the deep Sea, and music in its roar…”

Oh how I do miss living by the ocean.

Thanks for being here.

xx

tiana lee.