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

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I will sleep no more but arise, You oceans that have been calm within me! how I feel you, fathomless, stirring, preparing unprecedented waves and storms. -- Walt Whitman

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Only a burning patience will lead to the attainment of a splendid happiness.

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Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? And why should I not speak to you? -- Walt Whitman

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À l'aurore, armés d'une ardente patience, nous entrerons aux splendides Villes. (In the dawn, armed with a burning patience, we shall enter the splendid Cities.)

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I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or wake at night alone, I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again, I am to see to it that I do not lose you. -- Walt Whitman

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These are really the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me. -- Walt Whitman

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I am satisfied ... I see, dance, laugh, sing. -- Walt Whitman

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Resist much, obey little. -- Walt Whitman

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My words itch at your ears till you understand them. -- Walt Whitman

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