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.

Lord Byron.

Purpose Of Poetry

To turn the ideas whose source is your heart into a bond of humanity, to spread the noble thought of brotherhood, to try making this world a better place to dwell here a living less of hubris.

For those who have an honest heart and live Poetry in their soul here's a portal to share that innocuous stream of thoughts with peers whose Season Of Spring is Poetry