A Noiseless Patient Spider
A noiseless patient spider,
I marked where on a little promontory it stood isolated,
Marked how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,
It launched 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 formed, till the ductile anchor hold
Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.
So, this sort of blows the cover of my handle, those of you who know me, will know who copied this poem. Don't know what to say in addition that isn't said perfectly in this poem by Walt.
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