The spider appeared A moment just before dusk A canvas it wove Ingeniously and smart Its cobweb harbored The tiny raindrops and overnight They slip and drip into the dark And the glorious frost shone With the colors Of the evening and the flashes Of the water And so, the kith of the Elf-folk Made me a mysterious soul With the essence of sorrows and love The Wild Things left soon They were prepared to conceive A soul without God With pieces of the gray mist They captured the song That the rush dances and owl sings to The weeping willow under the moon And the memories they caught From the forest With the north winds and the highlights Of the water And so, the kith of the Elf-folk Made me a mysterious soul With the essence of sorrows and love And they added the voices Of the lovers And that soul lived and shone brightly In the darkness