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A noiseless
patient spider,
I marked where on a little 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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