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, and the stars.
Added: on December 30th, 2004 at 9:50 AM | Viewed: 6628 times | Comments (1)
A Clear Midnight. - Comments and Information
Poet:Walt Whitman Poem:65.
A Clear Midnight.
Volume:Leaves of Grass
- 20. Leaves of Grass Year: Published/Written in 1900
Comment 1 of 1, added on December 30th, 2004 at 9:50 AM.
How many humans from every continent, educated and uneducated have had these same exact thoughts while looking up at the stars on a clear dark night?
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Poem Info
Poet:Walt Whitman Poem:65.
A Clear Midnight.
Volume:Leaves of Grass
- 20. Leaves of Grass Year: Published/Written in 1900
Last read: Jul 3 2008, 5:12PM
Viewed 6628 times.
Added on December 30th, 2004 at 9:50 AM.
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How many humans from every continent, educated and uneducated have had these same exact thoughts while looking up at the stars on a clear dark night?
penny from United States