“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 , book Fulles d'herba

Source: Leaves of Grass

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American poet, essayist and journalist 1819–1892

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Or influence, chide, or cheer the drooping stage,
Which, since thy flight from hence, hath mourn'd like night,
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Nor known Thee, yet I image forth Thy ways.
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Thou didst Thy sov'ran splendour darkly teach,
And from the grandeur of Thy work they drew
The measure of Thy inner greatness, too.
They told of Thee, but not as Thou must be,
Since from Thy work they tried to body Thee.
To countless visions did their pictures run,
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