Serenely on her tiny loom she weaves her web with careful art.
And who am I, with meddling broom to send it's loveliness apart?
For I that am a weaver, too, look on that intricate design,
And know its deft embroideries are far more beautiful than mine.
I stay my hand, for when I see those fairy tapestries agleam,
How can I wantonly destroy a fellow craftsman's dearest dream?
So I must lay aside my broom, and when my neighbors come to call
I'll draw the blinds, and in the gloom they'll never see those webs at all!
...Jamie Sexton Holm in Star Gatherer
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