for I am a sheep

My favorite poem (and one of the only ones that have stayed and resonated with me) is a German one by Joseph von Eichendorf:

Schläft ein Lied in allen Dingen,
die da träumen fort und fort,
Und die Welt fängt an zu singen,
Triffst du nur das Zauberwort

I found a decent translation here:

Sleeps a song in things abounding
that keep dreaming to be heard:
Earth'es tunes will start resounding
if you find the magic word.