Dear reader,

Let’s take a journey together into the treasury of rhyming poetry in English, collecting and admiring its jewels… as one way of “mingling with the Universe”.

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.

George Gordon Byron

Sunlit forest path