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, stretch
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>
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