A dented spider like a snow drop white <br />On a white Heal-all, holding up a moth <br />Like a white piece of lifeless satin cloth - <br />Saw ever curious eye so strange a sight? - <br />Portent in little, assorted death and blight <br />Like the ingredients of a witches' broth? - <br />The beady spider, the flower like a froth, <br />And the moth carried like a paper kite. <br /> <br />What had that flower to do with being white, <br />The blue prunella every child's delight. <br />What brought the kindred spider to that height? <br />(Make we no thesis of the miller's plight.) <br />What but design of darkness and of night? <br />Design, design! Do I use the word aright? <br /> <br /> <br />Anonymous submission.<br /><br />Robert Frost<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-white-frost-s-early-version-of-design/
