4.12.2013

A Clear Midnight by Walt Whitman

A Clear Midnight
By Walt Whitman

This is the 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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