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A Clear Midnight
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892 / New York / United States)

A Clear Midnight

Poem 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.

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I love this song. I would like to receive the original lyrics in Vietnamese. Thank you so much.
time is walking, crawling, rolling to its gravity Midnight of time! a boy I am on the bed of abusive game lonely elation lonely exhaustion of life's lymph! before the sunrise of time exhausted being I am.....