Design Poem By Robert Frost

Design Poem By Robert Frost,

I found a dimpled spider, fat and white,
On a white heal-all, holding up a moth,
Like a wlnte pIece of rIgid satin clothAssorted characters of death and blIght
MIxed ready to begIn the morning rIght,
Like the ingredIents of a WItches’ brothA snow-drop spider, a flower lIke a froth,
And dead wIngs carried hke a paper kite.
What had that flower to do wIth being white,
The wayside blue and innocent heal-all?
What brought the kindred spider to that height,
Then steered the white moth thither m the nIght?
What but design of darlmess to appall?-
If design govern in a thing so small.

Design Poem By Robert Frost

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