the spider, dropping down from twig,
unfolds a plan of her devising,
a thin premeditated rig
to use in rising.
and all that journey down through space,
in cool descent and loyal hearted,
she spins a ladder to the place
from where she started.
thus i, gone forth as spiders do
in spider's web a truth discerning,
attach one silken thread to you
for my returning.
e. b. white
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