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.
YOU ARE READING
Midnight
PoetryHi, I want to present you my new idea. This book will be a collection of poems that I like, but which especially struck me inwardly, even deeply. It doesn't have a central theme, so it will talk about everything, everything. It's called "Midnight". ...
