A clear Midnight

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, death, and the stars.

–Walt Whitman, A clear Midnight
"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, death, and the stars.
Image and poem found on Tumblr

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