Leaves of Grass (1882)/Whispers of Heavenly Death/A Noiseless Patient Spider

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3858760Leaves of Grass (1882) — A Noiseless Patient SpiderWalt Whitman


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, 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 anchor hold,
Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.