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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 371 of 446 · Third Series: Nature

Cobwebs

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The spider as an artist Has never been employed Though his surpassing merit Is freely certified

By every broom and Bridget Throughout a Christian land. Neglected son of genius, I take thee by the hand.

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