There Will Come Soft Rains.

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pool singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;

Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself when she woke at dawn
Would scarcely know that we were gone.

Sara Teasdale.

I Must Go Down to the Seas Again...

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a gray dawn breaking.

John Masefield.

Moral Compass

This device shows a creature which appears to be half-mouse and half-human. It has two pointers, which are its arms. One arm, which is skeletal, points to the nearest torture device, book of black magic, vial of poison, or similar object. The other, which looks like the arm of a new-born baby, points to the nearest source of drinkable water.