Dark Forest

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.

[Poem by George Gordon Byron... Provided by CZ]

Photo by Paul Bica
Taken on:  January 19, 2013
Location:  St Jamestown, Toronto, ON, CA

Blues For Elise

It is the hour when from the boughs
The nightingale's high note is heard;
It is the hour -- when lover's vows 
Seem sweet in every whisper'd word; 
And gentle winds and waters near,
Make music to the lonely ear.
Each flower the dews have lightly wet, 
And in the sky the stars are met.

Poem by George Gordon Byron
(1788 - 1824)

Artist: Wolf Hoffmann