The spider holds a Silver Ball
In unperceived Hands–
And dancing softly to Himself
His Yarn of Pearl–unwinds–
He plies from Nought to Nought–
In unsubstantial Trade–
Supplants our Tapestries with His–
In half the period–
An Hour to rear supreme
His Continents of Light–
Then dangle from the Housewife’s Broom–
His Boundaries–forgot–
