Original artwork, not a still
Our souls sit close and silently within, And their own web from their own entrails spin; And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such, That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.
Behind the line
What it means
Our interpretation.
Dryden says our souls quietly spin their own web from within. Like a spider, we can feel the faintest touch when eyes meet across a distance. It's a delicate picture of how sensitive people are to one another's attention.
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