Futility
Across the iron wheel
Of the powerful engine
A tiny spider has spun in the night
His fragile web.
Now, at magnificent ease,
He sits in the center
Awaiting his prey.
It does not occur to him
That the eight-forty-five will start on time,
In spite of his preparation for quarry,
And a long day
Of the powerful engine
A tiny spider has spun in the night
His fragile web.
Now, at magnificent ease,
He sits in the center
Awaiting his prey.
It does not occur to him
That the eight-forty-five will start on time,
In spite of his preparation for quarry,
And a long day
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