“ The rain to the wind said, 'You push and I'll pelt.' They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged--though not dead. I know how the flowers felt. ”
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My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea, and the heart of the great ocean sends a thrilling pulse through me. 
The sunlight clasp the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me? 
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance. 
Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper, That we may record our emptiness. 
Dreams, dreams. I walk them; I live them. I delude myself with them. It's a wonder I can spot reality anymore. 