The Nation United

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, detached, 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.

– Walt Whitman

Alliteration:

Mark’d how to explore the vacant   vast surrounding – v

It launch’d forth filament,   filament, filament, out of itself – f

And you O my soul where   you stand – s

Surrounded,   detached, in measureless oceans of space – s

Ceaselessly musing, venturing,   throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them – s

Till the gossamer thread you   fling catch somewhere, O my soul – s

Metaphor

Surrounded, detached, in   measureless oceans of space

Till the gossamer thread  you fling catch somewhere

Anaphora:

I mark’d where on a   little promontory it stood isolated,

Mark’d  how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,

Ever  unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding 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.

Repetition:

It launch’d forth filament,   filament, filament, out of itself,