"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."— Walt Whitman, “A Clear Midnight," in Leaves
of Grass, Seventh Edition (1881)
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