Emily Dickinson
— The Spider
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.
Other Emily Dickinson songs:
Hope is the thing with feathers
Because I Could Not Stop for Death
Im wife—Ive finished that 199
Tell All the Truth But Tell it Slant
As Imperceptibly as Grief
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