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.
A Clear Midnight.
Analysis, meaning and summary of Walt Whitman's poem A Clear Midnight.
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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?