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.

(A Clear Midnight 596)
Image ID: LC-DIG-cwpb-01872
City Point, Virginia. Soldier's graves near General Hospital