The spider, dropping down from twig, unfolds a plan of her devising,
A thin premeditated rig to use in rising.
All that journey down through space, in cool descent and loyal hearted,
She spins a ladder to the place from where she started.
Thus I, gone forth as spiders do in spider’s web a truth discerning,
Attach one silken thread to you for my returning.
Submitted by beitarnold about 1 month ago