The story and song of Black Roderick . a measure under her and she did not see. She is dead, said the honey-bee, £ for when she would not look upon me as before, I drew my sword and stung her sharply, but she did not stir. She sat and gazed into the dis- J||tance where the smoke like a great gray web lieth heavy. She is surely fMgdead. JfeL^ She is not dead, said the red wea-%\|sel; she hath been to the great there she hath foundDeath, said the shining fly, for hisweb reacheth far, and he loveth thedark places and hidden ways. Hehideth, too, in the cool arbors of thewood, stretching
The story and song of Black Roderick . a measure under her and she did not see. She is dead, said the honey-bee, £ for when she would not look upon me as before, I drew my sword and stung her sharply, but she did not stir. She sat and gazed into the dis- J||tance where the smoke like a great gray web lieth heavy. She is surely fMgdead. JfeL^ She is not dead, said the red wea-%\|sel; she hath been to the great there she hath foundDeath, said the shining fly, for hisweb reacheth far, and he loveth thedark places and hidden ways. Hehideth, too, in the cool arbors of thewood, stretching a gray chain for ourundoing. Maybe she found Death.^\ He spreadeth ropes of pearls across our path, and looketh upon us fromthe shade; when the dance is gayesthe creepeth to spring. Maybe shehath reached for the pearls or hathe«a> danced into his P JZ>. And so the fly sang of the watcher •]in the wood, and his song I shall sing^thee, lest thou grow weary of myprose: Deep in the woods recesses cool I see the fairy dancers glide,In cloth of gold, in gown of green My lord and lady side by side. But who has hung from leaf to leaf, From flower to flower, a silken twine, ^ A cloud of gray that holds the dewIn globes of clear enchanted wine, Or stretches far from branch to branch,From thorn to thorn, in diamond Who caught the cup of crystal wineAnd hung so fair the shining chain? Tis death the spider, in his net, Who lures the dancers as they glide, S^&W y^-tIn cloth of gold, in gown of green, ^ p* My lord and lady side by side. But a dragon-fly rattling his armorsaid, without heed of the singer,She is dead, for when she cameamong the heather the joyous spiritof the mountain met her and blew ®g,4 43
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