| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XIV. This Is Thy Hour A clear Midnight | | By Walt Whitman (18191892) |
| | | 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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