Maid of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh give me back my heart! - Lord Byron

I could love anything on Earth that appeared to wish it.

The love where Death has set his seal,
Nor age can chill, nor rival steal,
Nor falsehood disavow.

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 can not all conceal.