'Tis a miniature sky-work of God....
Arachne how oft,
In the twilight soft,
Seems poised in mid-air; yet some tie
Holds spider, moon, mote,
All known, near, remote,
From mind to yon azure-domed sky!
'Tis a miniature sky-work of God....
Arachne how oft,
In the twilight soft,
Seems poised in mid-air; yet some tie
Holds spider, moon, mote,
All known, near, remote,
From mind to yon azure-domed sky!