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.
by Walt Whitman
by Walt Whitman
Written around 1891. 90 reads.
Written by Walt Whitman, in the public domain.
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