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IN THE WEB by SARA TEASDALE

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First Line: LET BE, MY SOUL, FOLD YOUR REBELLIOUS PINIONS
Last Line: TAKE THEIR GREAT CAPTOR FOR THEIR CHANGELESS FRIEND.
Let be, my soul, fold your rebellious pinions,
There is no way out of the web of things,
It is a snare that never will be broken,
And if you struggle you will break your wings.

Be still a while, content to brood on beauty;
Caught in the trap of space that has no end,
See how the stars, august in their submission,
Take their Great Captor for their changeless friend.



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