flight into the wordless

I have terrible sleep patterns lately. Last night, these words from Whitman kept coming back to me, "This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless."  

 

A Clear Midnight

by Walt Whitman

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.