Some Whitman for a Cold and Starry Night

Tonight’s clarity of atmosphere and brilliance of heavenly bodies reminded me of some favorite Whitman.

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, death and the stars.