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 -
-Emily Dickinson
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