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...SONGS AND THE POET (FOR SARA TEASDALE) by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE PLANTING OF THE APPLE TREE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE CROSS OF SNOW by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ENGLAND IN 1819 by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY DRINKING SONG (1) by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE THE SEEKERS by LUCIA TREVITT AURYANSEN |