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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VICTORY IN DEFEAT by EDWIN MARKHAM OCTAVES: 7 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON WIND AND WINDOW FLOWER by ROBERT FROST HEREDITY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 6. NIGHT LANDING by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER A DESCRIPTION OF A CITY SHOWER by JONATHAN SWIFT SILVIO'S COMPLAINT: A SONG, TO A FINE SCOTCH TUNE by APHRA BEHN |