Saturday, October 08, 2005
A Clear Midnight
| 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. |
# posted by Justa Causa @ 2:25 AM 
