Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE SPIDER, by EDWARD LITTLETON


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THE SPIDER, by                    
First Line: Artist, that underneath my table / thy curious feature hast displayed
Last Line: Ends both the spider and the poet.
Subject(s): Animals; Butterflies; Insects; Spiders; Wings; Bugs


ARTIST, that underneath my table
Thy curious feature hast displayed,
Who, if we may believe the fable,
Wast once a lovely, blooming maid;

Insidious, restless, watchful spider,
Fear no officious damsel's broom;
Extend thine artful structure wider,
And spread thy banners round my room.

Wiped from the great man's costly ceiling,
Thou'rt welcome to my dusty roof;
There thou shall find a peaceful dwelling,
And undisturbed attend the woof,

Whilst I the wond'rous fabric stare at,
And think on hapless poet's fate,
Like thee confined to lonely garret,
And rudely banished rooms of state.

And as from out thy tortured body
Thou draw'st the slender strings with pain,
So does he labour like a noddy
To spin materials from his brain;

He, for some flutt'ring, tawdry creature
That made a fluster in his eye,
And that's a conquest little better
Than thine o'er captive butterfly.

Thus far 'tis plain you both agree,
Your deaths perhaps may better show it;
'Tis ten to one but penury
Ends both the spider and the poet.





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