Rose Terry Cooke

(February 17, 1827 – July 18, 1892 / West Hartford, Connecticut)

Rose Terry Cooke Poems

1. A Story 10/6/2012
2. Arachne 10/5/2010
3. Basile Renaud 10/6/2012
4. Bird Music 10/6/2012
5. Blue-Beard's Closet 10/5/2010
6. Daisies 10/6/2012
7. Done For 10/5/2010
8. Ebb And Flow 10/6/2012
9. Exogenesis 10/6/2012
10. Fantasia 10/6/2012
11. Fastrada's Ring 10/6/2012
12. Gone 10/6/2012
13. Gray 10/6/2012
14. Hesper 10/6/2012
15. In Vain 10/5/2010
16. Lise 10/5/2010
17. May 10/6/2012
18. Monotropa 10/6/2012
19. Nemesis 10/6/2012
20. New Moon 10/6/2012
21. Night Comes Creeping 10/6/2012
22. October 10/6/2012
23. Once Before 10/6/2012
24. Prayer 10/6/2012
25. Samson Agonistes 10/6/2012
26. Segovia And Madrid 10/5/2010
27. The Death Of Goody Nurse 10/5/2010
28. The Death Of Tankerfield 10/6/2012
29. The Desire Of The Moth 10/6/2012
30. The Iconoclast 10/6/2012
31. The Lesson 10/6/2012
32. The River 10/6/2012
33. The Two Villages 10/6/2012
34. Trailing Arbutus 10/6/2012
35. Two 10/6/2012

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Arachne

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 ...

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Arachne

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.

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