Poetry post. Twofer.

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from the mysterious 'book of favourite poems' i found in my storage:
Solitude
GEO. GORDON BYRON

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 that I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the universe, and feel
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.

Happiness
JOHN KEBLE

There are in this rude stunning tide
Of human care and crime,
With whom the melodies abide
Of the everlasting chime,
Who carry music in their heart,
Through dusty lane and wrangling mart,
Plying their daily toil with busier feet,
Because their secret souls a holy strain repeat.