Here hangs a trap spun by genius.
Woven of silk it is, of intent and cunning,
And shaped funnel-like by spider mathematics.
Awesome it that would set off on such a spinning
To wind a maze so infinite and erratic,
Most skills bested, by bold phenomena contrived,
Though the greater marvel is, the spider arrived.
This is no silken cone of shrewd display;
These are the threads of wonder spun to slay.