Death & Dying
A Clear Midnight
From Leaves of Grass
Death & Dying
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.
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MLA
Whitman, Walt. “A Clear Midnight.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/whitman/271/.
Chicago
Whitman, Walt. “A Clear Midnight.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/whitman/271/.
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