A Clear Midnight

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

Comments (4)

When beautiful poem I read, I feel wordless, and my head whispers it again and again
This is so beautiful. Thanks for sharing! 10
Beautiful wording, really enjoyed reading it!
Have always enjoyed reading this particular piece.