A NOISELESS, PATIENT SPIDER
by: Walt Whitman (1819-1892)
 NOISELESS, patient spider,
- I mark'd, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated;
- Mark'd how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding,
- It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself;
- Ever unreeling them--ever tirelessly speeding them.
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- And you, O my Soul, where you stand,
- Surrounded, surrounded, in measureless oceans of space,
- Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing,--seeking the spheres,
to connect them;
- 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.
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