A Clear Midnight
This is thy hour, O soul, thy free flight into the
wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou
lovest
best,
Night, sleep, death and the stars.
Walt Whitman
(1819-1892)
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