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Natural History

By E.B. White

The spider, dropping down from twig,
Unwinds a thread of her devising:
A thin, premeditated rig
To use in rising.


And all the journey down through space,
In cool descent, and loyal-hearted,
She builds a ladder to the place
From which she started.


Thus I, gone forth, as spiders do,
In spider’s web a truth discerning,
Attach one silken strand to you
For my returning