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A noiseless patient spider,
I mark'd where on a little promontory1 it stood isolated2, Mark'd how to explore the vacant vast surrounding, It launch'd forth3 filament4, 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 musing5, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them, Till the bridge you will need be form'd, till the ductile6 anchor hold, Till the gossamer7 thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul. 点击收听单词发音
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