For F

Sometimes you hear someone say something and it just stays with you. I remember this from a movie I saw once.
“The old dreams were good dreams. They never came true, but I’m glad I had them…”

Here is a poem called “For F” by Lord Byron (which I saw in the same movie). It has hung on my office wall for more than three years, so I decided to throw it out to the web-winds.

There’s 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