A Clear Midnight

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.
–Walt Whitman, published in Inside Poetry (2nd ed.) by Richard Davies & Jerry Wowk

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