Goes blindfold in, and that maintains the rest;
There in his web, th’ observant spider lies,
And peers about for fat intruding flies;
Doubtful at first, he hears the distant hum,
And feels them fluttering as they nearer come;
They buzz and blink, and doubtfully they tread
On the strong bird-lime of the utmost thread;
But when they’re once entangled by the gin,
With what an eager clasp he draws them in;
Nor shall they ’scape, till after long delay,