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
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