Saturday, November 7, 2015

A Clear Midnight by Walt Whitman


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.




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