[Milton-L] JTS 1924-2011
cbartonphd1 at verizon.net
Wed Mar 7 20:17:20 EST 2012
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. 5
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.
The thread caught, John,
in so many somewheres,
but especially in my heart.
I miss you.
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