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 --
