Showing posts with label Walt Witman---Leaves of Grass. Show all posts
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Tuesday, December 15, 2009
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, and the stars.