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Between me and the rising sun
Cobwebs
Between me and the rising sun,
This way and that the cobwebs run;
Their myriad wavering lines of light
Dance up the hill and out of sight.
There is no land possesses half
So many lines of telegraph
As those the spider-elves have spun
Between me and the rising sun.
Edith L. M. King
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