A Noiseless Patient Spider
Walt Whitman
1819 to 1892
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And you O my soul where you stand,
Mark'd how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,
Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them.
A noiseless patient spider,
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them,
I mark'd where on a little promontory it stood isolated,
Till the bridge you will need be form'd, till the ductile anchor hold,
Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.
It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself,