Edna St. Vincent Millay,
The Harp-Weaver — The Dragonfly
(1923)
“ I wound myself in a white cocoon of singing, All day long in the brook’s uneven bed, Measuring out my soul in a mucous thread; Dimly now to the brook’s green bottom clinging, Men behold me, a worm spun-out and dead, Walled in an iron house of silky singing. ”
