THE NATION UNITED
A Noiseless, Patient Spider
A 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.
And you O my soul where you
stand,
Surrounded, detached, 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.
- Walt
Whitman
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