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.
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Poet:Walt Whitman Poem:65.
A Clear Midnight.
Volume:Leaves of Grass
- 20. Leaves of Grass Year: Published/Written in 1900
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Added Feb 7 2004.