Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE SILKWORM, by THOMAS STANLEY

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THE SILKWORM, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: This silkworm, to long sleep retired
Last Line: Work mine own fetters and my tomb.
Subject(s): Silkworms

THIS silkworm, to long sleep retir'd,
The early year hath re-inspir'd,
Who now to pay to thee prepares
The tribute of her pleasing cares;
And hastens with industrious toil
To make thy ornament, her spoil:
See with what pains she spins for thee
The thread of her own destiny;
Then growing proud in Death, to know
That all her curious labours thou
Wilt, as in triumph, deign to wear,
Retires to her soft sepulchre.
Such, dearest, is that hapless state,
To which I am design'd by Fate,
Who by thee, willingly, o'ercome,
Work mine own fetters and my tomb.

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