Author Emily Dickinson The spider as an artist Has never been employedThough his surpassing merit Is freely certifiedBy every broom and Bridget Throughout a Christian land.Neglected son of genius, I take thee by the hand. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments