Below is the text for A Clear Midnight by Walt Whitman. The fourth song in my Dream Cycle.
A Clear Midnight
by Walt Whitman
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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