Charles Tennyson Turner (Чарльз Теннисон Тернер)

Silkworms and Spiders

The worm long fosters his transforming sleep,
But claims th' unalienable life again,
Which tho' it be but one, yet seemeth twain,
The trance between is all so deadly-deep:
The careful spider spreads before his lair
The web, ygather'd near his filmy heart
Withouten throes or any vital smart,
And of his entrails makes his foes a snare:
In both a mighty mystery resides,
A truth, on whose developement they thrive; 
One for the cravings of his life provides,
One weaves himself another way to live;
To search the secret is beyond our lore,
And man must rest, till God doth furnish more!

1. The Buoy-Bell
2. The Rookery
3. Her First-Born
4. The Planet and the Tree
5. Prefatory

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