A spider sewed at night
Without a light
Upon an arc of white
If ruff it was of dame
Or shroud of Gnome,
Himself, himself inform.
Unfolds a plan of her devising.
A thin premeditating 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.
The Spider's Web (A Natural History)
E. B. White
Michelle is the host of Nature Notes. Thank you Michelle for this great meme.