A Clear Midnight

by Walt Whitman

This is thy hour, O soul, thy free flight
                     into the wordless,

Away from art, away from books, the day  
                     erased, the lesson done—

Thee fully forth emerging, gazing,
                      pondering the themes
                      Thou lovest best: 

Night,  sleep,  death   and  the stars.

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