Classic Poem

The worm long fosters his transforming sleep,
But claims the inalienable life again,
Which, tho' it be but one, yet seemeth twain,
The trance between is all so deadly deep;
The careful spider spreads before his lair
The web he gathers near his filmy heart,
Without the throe of any vital smart,
And of his entrails makes a useful snare:
In both a mighty mystery resides,
A truth, on whose development they thrive:
One for the cravings of his life provides,
One weaves himself another way to live;
To search the secret is beyond our lore,
And we must rest, till God shall tell us more.