Enchanted She-Spider

The glorious enchanted she-spider 
Is weaving her web again 
The lights of the street lamps are wider 
And branches are drenched with rain 

The light of the moon pours diffusely 
Through fog upon the ground, 
The headlights of cars shine profusely 
And through them the web is wound - 

Night cloudy and full of vapor: 
Night foggy that pours forth soul 
The den of enchanted she-spider 
Holds heart and then makes it whole 

Caressing, expressing, impressing - 
Delirium it will instil 
To all of the world's faults confessing 
And from it forging Will 

Which she will in her web hold 
And make it bear great fruit: 
Who knows it? Who ever told? 
And if so, who could refute? 

The glorious enchanted she-spider: 
She who makes love from pain, 
Beauty and truth beside her: 
Fog, and beyond it, rain: 

Tender still night, and silent 
And in it dwells respite: 
Indigo, yellow, violet - 
Greet this, the holy night! 

Greet she-spider, her the angel 
Of beauty and delight, 
Greet the intent and danger - 
Greet and gain second sight! 

Greet her, she's again here 
Showing what's warm and sweet, 
Greet her, and her revere: 
And in her web let's meet - 

There within her embraces! 
In her web midst the trees! 
There where she life entrances - 
And puts the mind at ease - 

While making it to blossom 
And bear the fruit that's true. 
She-spider! You are awesome! 
And I thank you for you!