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I found a dimpled spider, fat and white,I found a dimpled spider, fat and white
I found a dimpled spider, fat and white, On a white heal-all, holding up a moth Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth-- Assorted characters of death and blight Mixed ready to begin the morning right, Like the ingredients of a witches' broth-- A snow-drop spider, a flower like a froth, And dead wings carried like a paper kite.
What had that flower to do with being white, The wayside blue and innocent heal-all? What brought the kindred spider to that height, Then steered the white moth thither in the night? What but design of darkness to appall?-- If design govern in a thing so small.
I discovered a spider with dimples, fat and white, On a white heal-all flower, holding up a moth Like a white piece of stiff satin cloth-- Different symbols of death and decay Mixed together, ready to start the morning properly, Like the components of a witch's potion-- A snow-drop spider, a flower like foam, And dead wings carried like a paper kite.
What did that flower have to do with being white, The innocent blue heal-all by the roadside? What led the related spider to that height, Then directed the white moth there in the night? What but a design of darkness to frighten?-- If design governs in something so small.