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, and the stars.

Walt Whitman – leaves of grass (1819-1892)

Voici ton heure mon âme, ton envol libre dans un monde sans mots

Hors les livres, hors l’art, effacé le jour, leçon apprise,

Ta plénitude apparait, tu te tais, tu admires, tu