A dented spider like a snow drop white On a white Heal-all, holding up a moth Like a white piece of lifeless satin cloth - Saw ever curious eye so strange a sight? - Portent in little, assorted death and blight Like the ingredients of a witches` broth? - The beady spider, the flower like a froth, And the moth carried like a paper kite. What had that flower to do with being white, The blue prunella every child`s delight. What brought the kindred spider to that height? (Make we no thesis of the miller`s plight.) What but design of darkness and of night? Design, design! Do I use the word aright?SourceThe script ran 0.002 seconds.
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