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, 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.
I love this exploration of effort, persistance, aspiration, patience, hope.
Another by Whitman
Another by Whitman
"Music's golden tongue flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor."
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