The Lure
That fine, diurnal wheel the spider weaves
Is like the web Hope spins for men:
When Fate, each morn, no vestige of it leaves,
Hope spins the subtle lure again.
Is like the web Hope spins for men:
When Fate, each morn, no vestige of it leaves,
Hope spins the subtle lure again.
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