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1 " Under the tossing ocean the voice of the waters was in my ears—a low, sweet voice, intimate, mysterious. Through singing foam and broad, green, glassy depths, by whispering sandy channels atrail with sea-weed, and on, on, out into the vague, cool sea, I sped, rising to the top, sinking, gliding. Then at last I flung myself out of water, hands raised, and the clamor of the gulls filled my ears. "
― Robert W. Chambers , In Search of the Unknown
2 " Where the slanting forest eaves,Shingled tight with greenest leaves,Sweep the scented meadow-sedge,Let us snoop along the edge;Let us pry in hidden nooks,Laden with our nature books,Scaring birds with happy cries,Chloroforming butterflies,Rooting up each woodland plant,Pinning beetle, fly, and ant,So we may identifyWhat we've ruined, by-and-by. "