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.
Song Cycle by James R. Hanna (b. 1922)
?. Clear Midnight  [sung text not yet checked]
- by Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892), "A clear midnight" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Portions of this text were used in Idyll by Frederick Delius.
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?. Tears  [sung text not yet checked]
Tears! tears! tears! In the night, in solitude, tears, On the white shore dripping, dripping, suck'd in by the sand, Tears, not a star shining, all dark and desolate, Moist tears from the eyes of a muffled head; O who is that ghost? that form in the dark, with tears? What shapeless lump is that, bent, crouch'd there on the sand? Streaming tears, sobbing tears, throes, choked with wild cries; O storm, embodied, rising, careering with swift steps along the beach! O wild and dismal night storm, with wind - O howling and desperate! O shade so sedate by day, with calm countenance and steady pace, But away at night as you fly, none looking - O then the unloosen'd ocean, Of tears! tears! tears!
- by Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892), "Tears" [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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