A Clear Midnight

from Leaves of Grass: BOOK XXXII. FROM NOON TO STARRY NIGHT - by Walt Whitman.

  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.

 

from Leaves of Grass: BOOK XXXII. FROM NOON TO STARRY NIGHT by Walt Whitman
As I Walk These Broad Majestic Days (LoG)	As the Time Draws Nigh

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