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Leaves of Grass (1881-82)
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A CLEAR MIDNIGHT.
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,
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Night, sleep, death and the stars. |
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