And you O my soul where you stand,
Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,
Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the
Spheres to connect then,
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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