A Noiseless Patient Spider
by Walt Whitman

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.

I chose this poem because it was the one that caught my attention the fastest and it has a very interesting topic. How he compares his soul to a spider is fascinating just to think of that idea is hard and I liked it. "And you, O my Soul, where you stand," I feel that that line is where everything comes together because first is the spider and then he talks about his soul and how he made that transition was good.