The spider holds a Silver Ball <br />In unperceived Hands-- <br />And dancing softly to Himself <br />His Yarn of Pearl--unwinds-- <br /> <br />He plies from Nought to Nought-- <br />In unsubstantial Trade-- <br />Supplants our Tapestries with His-- <br />In half the period-- <br /> <br />An Hour to rear supreme <br />His Continents of Light-- <br />Then dangle from the Housewife's Broom-- <br />His Boundaries--forgot--<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-spider-holds-a-silver-ball/
