Rose Terry Cooke
Rose Terry Cooke Poems
- Arachne I watch her in the corner there, As, restless, bold,...
- Hesper Sunset on the mountains hoary, Deepens into ...
- Night Comes Creeping Night comes creeping slowly o'er ...
- Lise IF I were a cloud in heaven, I would hang over ...
- Bird Music Singer of priceless melody, Underguerdoned ...
- Basile Renaud The summer sun bedecks Anjou, The harvest time...
- Ebb And Flow 'Tis something to have turned the tide That ...
Rose Terry Cooke (née Terry) was an American writer born in West Hartford, Connecticut to Henry Wadsworth Terry and Anne Wright Hurlbut.
She went to the Hartford Female Seminary where "For her own entertainment she wrote poems and dramas for her friends". She graduated from the seminary at age sixteen and that same year became a member of the Congregational Church and began teaching at a Presbyterian church in Burlington, New Jersey and worked as a governess for the family of clergyman William Van Rensselaer.
Terry's first published poem appeared in the New York Daily Tribune in 1851 and received high praise from the editor Charles A. Dana. In 1860 she ... more »
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I watch her in the corner there,
As, restless, bold, and unafraid,
She slips and floats along the air
Till all her subtile house is made.
Her home, her bed, her daily food
All from that hidden store she draws;
She fashions it and knows it good,
By instinct's strong and sacred laws.
No tenuous threads to weave her nest,
She seeks and gathers there or here;
But spins it from her faithful breast,
Renewing still, till leaves are sere.
Then, worn with toil, and tired of life,
In vain her shining traps are set.
Her frost hath hushed the insect ...