A noiseless, patient spider,
Mark'd how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding,
It lauch'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;

   —Walt Whitman