Many months, the message stated,

She had faded day by day;

Yet to me each cherished letter

Had been cheerful, bright, and gay.

I found myself so in sympathy with the two spiders—or poets and musicians, rather, in spider form—that I pitied them deeply, and—shall I say?—loved them. The first melodist continued more mournfully, and to slower, sad, and muffled music.—

All the spring and summer long

Did I list the seraph-song.

But when autumn came around

With a sighing, mournful sound,

My sweet blossom faded fast;