小蜘蛛摇晃着银铃，

动作快得看不清，

伴随着柔美的舞步，

散开轻纱如珍珠。

这凭空高蹈的艺术家，

慷慨地不收分文，

把我们陈年的壁毯，

用它的作品装饰一新。

主妇们却不肯领情，

笤帚高高举起，

它织出的光的大陆，

瞬间分崩离析。

The Spider holds a Silver Ball

In unperceived Hands –

And dancing softly to Himself

His Yarn of Pearl - unwinds –

He plies from nought to nought –

In unsubstantial Trade –

Supplants our Tapestries with His –

In half the period –

An Hour to rear supreme

His Continents of Light –

Then dangle from the Housewife's Broom –

His Boundaries - forgot –

BGM：山之高