A NOISELESS, PATIENT SPIDER
Poetry-archive | 2012-10-19 13:45

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, 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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