Robert Frost - Design lyrics

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 d**h 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 that flower to do with being white The wayside blue and innocent heal-all? What brought the 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 1936