A Clear Midnight
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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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