The Spider As An Artist

I Died For Beauty--but Was Scarce Adjusted In The Tomb When One Who Died For Truth, Was Lain In An Adjoining Room

Dare You See A Soul At The White Heat?

Fearless--the Cobweb Swings From The Ceiling-- Indolent Housewife--in Daisies--lain!

The Service Without Hope Is Tenderest, I Think-- ... There Is No Diligence Like That That Knows Not An Until

This Is My Letter To The World That Never Wrote To Me