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The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

Anna Callender Brackett (1836–1911)


MY thoughts go out like spider-threads,

Cast forth upon the air;

Filmy and fine, and floating wide,

Caught by whatever may betide,

To seek thee everywhere.

In league with every breeze that blows,

All ways, all holds they dare;

North, east, or south, or west they fly,

And sure, though winds be low or high,

To find thee everywhere.

Love still is lord of space and fate:

All roads his runners fare;

All heights that bar, they laughing climb;

They find all days the fitting time,

And highways everywhere.