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.
“Festpladsen” i skoven hvor jeg voksede op ved siden af. I gamle dage holdt man samlinger og fester her. Jeg ville gerne deltage i noget festivitas her.
This is “Festpladsen” in the forest were I grew up next to .Back in the day this place was used for parties and gatherings. Would like to attend a party here.