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| The sea awoke at midnight from its sleep. | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |  |
| And god saw everything that he had made. | Jewish Prayer | |
| O hidden life vibrant in every atom. | Annie Besant | |
| Sometimes when a bird cries out. | Hermann Hesse | |
| I see the deep's untrampled floor. | Percy Bysshe Shelley | |
| May the axe be far away from you. | Hindu Prayer | |
| Ramblings | DryadGrove | |
| Wherever you are is home. | Wilfred Pelletier and Ted Poole | |
| Tears, idle tears. | Lord Alfred Tennyson | |
| Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer. | Lord Alfred Tennyson | |
| Rough wind that moanest loud. | Percy Bysshe Shelley | |
| The world is too much with us. | William Wordsworth | |
| The temple of the animals has fallen into disrepair. | Robert Duncan | |
| There was a time when a meadow, grove, and stream. | William Wordsworth | |
| Get up for shame! | Robert Herrick | |
| A robin redbreast in a cage. | William Blake | |
| To see a world in a grain of sand. | William Blake | |
| Rough wind that moanest loud. | Percy Byshhe Shelley | |
| I think I could turn and live with animals. | Walt Whitman | |
| He clasps the crag. | Lord Alfred Tennyson | |
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