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Poems by Emily Dickinson: Cobwebs

by EmilyDickinson
XII
A Well

Cobwebs

Cobwebs

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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