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< lines that are stuck in my head
Hm...I'm not entirely awake right now, so I may get some lines wrong, but:
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
For 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.
It's an excerpt from Childe Harold's Pilgrimage that I memorized, along with the following verse (Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll; ten thousand fleets sweep over there in vain...) some ten years ago and have since used to ground myself when I feel detached from myself. I've repeated it so many times that it often loses its meaning to me, but it's a comfort even then -- and sometimes, as now, I still feel what I felt reading it the first time.