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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374216" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Spider Queen</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">IN the deep heart of furthest fairyland <br>Where foot of man has never trodden yet <br>The enchanted portals of her palace stand, <br>And there her sleepless sentinels are set. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>All round grow forests of white eglantine <br>And drooping, dreaming clematis; there blows <br>The purple nightshade; there pale bindweeds twine <br>And there the pale, frail flower of slumber grows. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Her palaces are decked with gleaming wings, <br>Hung o'er with webs through spacious bower and hall, <br>Filled through and through with precious priceless things; <br>She is their mistress and she hates them all. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>No darkling webs, woven in dust and gloom, <br>Adorn her palace walls; there gleam astir <br>Live threads of light, spun for a fairy's loom, <br>And stolen by her slaves and brought to her. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>She wears a robe woven of the July sun, <br>Mixed with green threads won from the East at dawn, <br>Bordered with silver moonrays, finely spun, <br>And gemmed with glowworms from some shadowy lawn. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>She wears a crown of dewdrops bright like tears, <br>Her girdle is a web of rainbow dyes; <br>She knows no youth, nor age; the hours and years <br>Leave never a shadow on her lips and eyes. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>In magic rings of green and glistening light <br>Her fairies dance, in star-spun raiment clad, <br>Her people do her bidding day and night, <br>Her dark-robed servants toil to make her glad. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Her minstrels play to her--her singers raise <br>Soft songs, more sweet than man has ever heard, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>With endless rhythms of love her courtiers praise, <br>And all their heart is in their every word. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>She is the mistress of all things that set <br>Snare of fine webs to win their hearts' desire, <br>Queen of all folk who weave the death-strong net <br>Between the poppy and the wild-rose briar. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Yet sits despair upon that brow of hers, <br>And sorrow in her eyes makes festival; <br>The soul of grief with her sad soul confers, <br>And she sits lonely in her crowded hall; </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Because she has woven a web of her bright hair-- <br>A tear-bright web, to catch one soul; and he <br>Beheld her, in her beauty, set the snare, <br>And seeing laughed, and laughing passed out free!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edith+Nesbit">Edith Nesbit</a><div class=q>
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Where foot of man has never trodden yet 
The enchanted portals of her palace stand, 
And there her sleepless sentinels are set. 


All round grow forests of white eglantine 
And drooping, dreaming clematis;..."></div>
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