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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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I'm hoping to incorporate this poem into my wedding vows on October 11th 2007. As my fiance & I share a 'thing' for anchors.. he wanted the 'anchor' incorporated into the ceremony. I researched poems & found Walt Whitman's'.
It is also a clever analogy, I think for human/personal relationships... and particulary appropriate to my relationship. The 'anchor' was the first gift he gave me, on our 2nd meeting; he wears one himself.
"... 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."
Amanda J Burchell (m. Mike D. Cook: 11th October 2007)
BTW: Mike & I are both 50 years old... never too old! lol
Amanda Burchell from Australia