Tonight I feel like stargazing but can't seem to rise from my chair.
Instead Ill read of heaven and wonder what is there.
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.
Night, sleep, and the stars.
Walt Whitman
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