Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Poetry Tuesday: "A Clear Midnight" by Walt Whitman

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.



by Walt Whitman

Ciao!

The Lonely Alchemist

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