Showing posts with label Walt Witman---Leaves of Grass. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Walt Witman---Leaves of Grass. Show all posts

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.