I’ve made a web for you my love
With all my skills aroused
I’ve fixed and found the finest thread
And now the living and the dead
Will see you finely housed.
I’ve wove a web for you my love
Of gossamer and lies
I’ve measured out the strings that bind
And now the ones who feel inclined
To trespass on our harmony will hear your little cries.
I’ve made a web for you my love
Who long made one for me.
I’ve made a cage of eighty rods
So that the unforgiving Gods,
In planning out their petty hells, can see my charity.
I've made a web for you my love
Of time and dust and fate
You made me what I am today,
Such weft as that will not decay
You'll have a home that's snug as sin, 'til many a distant date.
I’ve made a web for you my love
Of bitterness and rue.
You made a spider of your soul,
If you no longer think it droll,
I think that’s up to you.
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