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Leaves of Grass
1881
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A Clear Midnight.
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FROM NOON TO STARRY NIGHT.
A CLEAR MIDNIGHT.
T
HIS
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.
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FROM NOON TO STARRY NIGHT.
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