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
A blog for Steampunk, Gothic, Victoriana, etc... "The Lonely Alchemist" explores games, art, music, perfumes, fashion, films, and literature.
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Poetry Tuesday: "A Clear Midnight" by Walt Whitman
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