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The poem
A Noiseless Patient Spider by Walt Whitman
A
noiseless patient spider,
I marked where on a 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.
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