And you, O my Soul...

"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."

    • Walt Whitman
      from A Noiseless, Patient Spider

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