Wednesday, July 10, 2019

The Old Woman Weaves A Web

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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