The story and song of Black Roderick . 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

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The story and song of Black Roderick . 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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