A Clear Midnight
THIS is the 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.
- Walt Whitman (1881)
I don't know what it is about this poem. It's short. Simple. Taken from his wonderful Leaves of Grass... but it speaks, and everybody can relate to it, in some way. Walt Whitman - O Captain! My Captain!