Nameless Charms

Around her shone
The nameless charms unmark’d by her alone.

The light of love, the purity of grace,
The mind, the music breathing from her face.

The heart whose softness harmonized the whole,
And, oh! that eye was in itself a soul.

[Lord Byron]

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