Design —by Robert Frost I found a dimpled spider, fat and white, On a white heal-all, holding up a moth Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth— Assorted characters of death and blight Mixed ready to begin the morning right, Like the ingredients of a witches' broth— A snow-drop spider, a flower like a froth, And dead wings carried like a paper kite. What had the flower to do with being white, The wayside blue and innocent heal-all? What brought that kindred spider to that height, Then steered the white moth thither in the night? What but design of darkness to appall?— If design govern in a thing so small.   Page last updated 10 Dec 2006 Ireland's OWN Logo &  Spider Web Background by Míchealín Daugherty Copyright © 2006 Ireland's OWN. All Rights Reserved.