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 tirlessly speeding them. 5
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 an-
chor hold,
Till the
gossamer thread you 09 catch somewhere, O my
soul. 10
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