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