Feb5 A Clear Midnight Posted on February 5, 2014 by neasha1 Standard 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. Share this post with your friends on facebookTweetEmailRedditPrintShare on TumblrPocketTelegramWhatsAppLike Loading...
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