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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 215 of 446 · Second Series: Nature

The Spider

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A spider sewed at night Without a light Upon an arc of white. If ruff it was of dame Or shroud of gnome, Himself, himself inform. Of immortality His strategy Was physiognomy.

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