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 | The Complete Works of James Whitcomb Riley |  |
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A DREAM
I dreamed I was a spider;
A big, fat, hungry spider;
A lusty, rusty spider
With a dozen palsied limbs;
With a dozen limbs that dangled
Where there wretched flies were tangled
And their buzzing wings were strangled
In the middle of their hymns.
A big, fat, hungry spider;
A lusty, rusty spider
With a dozen palsied limbs;
With a dozen limbs that dangled
Where there wretched flies were tangled
And their buzzing wings were strangled
In the middle of their hymns.
And I mocked them like a demon—
A demoniacal demon
Who delights to be a demon
For the sake of sin alone;
And with fondly false embraces
Did I weave my mystic laces
Round their horror-stricken faces
Till I muffled every groan.
A demoniacal demon
Who delights to be a demon
For the sake of sin alone;
And with fondly false embraces
Did I weave my mystic laces
Round their horror-stricken faces
Till I muffled every groan.
And I smiled to see them weeping,
For to see an insect weeping,
Sadly, sorrowfully weeping,
Fattens every spider's mirth;
And to note a fly's heart quaking,
And with anguish ever aching
Till you see it slowly breaking
Is the sweetest thing on earth.
For to see an insect weeping,
Sadly, sorrowfully weeping,
Fattens every spider's mirth;
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And with anguish ever aching
Till you see it slowly breaking
Is the sweetest thing on earth.
I experienced a pleasure,
Such a highly-flavored pleasure,
Such intoxicating pleasure,
That I drank of it like wine;
And my mortal soul engages
That no spider on the pages
Of the history of ages
Felt a rapture more divine.
Such a highly-flavored pleasure,
Such intoxicating pleasure,
That I drank of it like wine;
And my mortal soul engages
That no spider on the pages
Of the history of ages
Felt a rapture more divine.
I careened around and capered—
Madly, mystically capered—
For three days and nights I capered
Round my web in wild delight;
Till with fierce ambition burning,
And an inward thirst and yearning
I hastened my returning
With a fiendish appetite.
Madly, mystically capered—
For three days and nights I capered
Round my web in wild delight;
Till with fierce ambition burning,
And an inward thirst and yearning
I hastened my returning
With a fiendish appetite.
And I found my victims dying,
“Ha!” they whispered, “we are dying!”
Faintly whispered, “we are dying,
And our earthly course is run.”
And the scene was so impressing
That I breathed a special blessing,
As I killed them with caressing
And devoured them one by one.
“Ha!” they whispered, “we are dying!”
Faintly whispered, “we are dying,
And our earthly course is run.”
And the scene was so impressing
That I breathed a special blessing,
As I killed them with caressing
And devoured them one by one.
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