帮忙翻译一下，惠特曼（Walt Whitman）的诗歌？

Question

一只沉默而耐心的蜘蛛

一只沉默而耐心的蜘蛛，
我注意它孤立地站在小小的海岬上．
注意它怎样勘测周围的茫茫空虚，
它射出了丝，丝，丝，从它自己之小，
不断地从纱绽放丝，不倦地加快速率。

而你——我的心灵啊，你站在何处，
被包围被孤立在无限空间的海洋里，
不停地沉思、探险、投射、寻求可以连结的地方，
直到架起你需要的桥，直到下定你韧性的锚，
直到你抛出的游丝抓住了某处，我的心灵啊！
眼泪

眼泪！眼泪！眼泪！
黑夜中独自落下的眼泪，
在苍白的海岸上滴落，滴落，滴落，任沙粒吸净，
眼泪，星光一丝不见，四下一片荒凉和漆黑，
潮湿的泪，从遮盖着的眼眶中飘坠下来，
啊，那个鬼影是谁？那黑暗中流泪的形象？
那在沙上弯着腰，抱头跌坐的一大堆是什么？
泉涌的泪，呜咽的泪，为哭号所哽塞的痛苦，
啊，暴风雨已然成形，高涨，沿着海岸飞奔疾走？
啊，阴惨狂暴的夜雨，夹着暴风，啊，滂沱，乖戾！
啊，白日里那么沉着和端庄，状貌安详，步履均匀，
可是当你隐没在茫茫黑夜，没有人看见时——啊，
这时泛滥有如海水，蕴蓄着无限的
眼泪！眼泪！眼泪！

Answer 1

A Noiseless Patient Spider a poem

A noiseless patient spider,
I marked where on a promontory it stood isolated,
Marked how to explore the vacant vast surrounding,
It launched 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 formed, till the ductile anchor hold,
Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.

译文：一只沉默而耐心的蜘蛛

一只沉默而耐心的蜘蛛,
我注意它孤立地站在小小的海峡上,
注意它怎样勘测周围的茫茫空虚,
它射出丝,丝,丝,从它自己之小,
不断地从纱绽放丝,不倦地加快速率.
而你——我的心灵啊,你站在何处,
被包围被孤立在无限空间的海洋里,
不停地沉思,探险,投射,寻求可以连结的地方,
直到架起你需要的桥,直到下定你韧性的锚,
直到你抛出的游丝抓住了某处,我的心灵啊!

参考资料：http://www.cet46.org/news/system/2006/02/21/000013890.shtml

Answer 2

A Noiseless Patient Spider

A Noiseless Patient Spider

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.

参考资料：http://www.pkucn.com/archiver/?tid-9667.html

Answer 3

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.

Answer 4

A reticent but patient spider

A reticent but patient spider,
I notice it being stood on small and small sea cape in isolation.
Notice that it is boundless and indistinct and hollow how it surveyed around,
It has shot silks, the silk, the silk is small from itself,
Burst forth silks from the yarn constantly, accelerate the speed tirelessly.

And you - -My soul , where is your station,
Besieged and is isolated in the ocean of the limitless space,
Place to ponder , explore , throw , seek to be able to be linked ceaselessly,
Bridge where you need until erecting, until making the anchor which makes your toughness,
Until the balance spring which you got out has caught some place , my soul !