Dora Wheeler, Penelope Unraveling Her Work at Night. 1886.  Silk embroidered with silk thread, 114.3 x 172.7 cm.

I yearn for Odysseus, always, my heart pines away.
They rush the marriage on, and I spin out my wiles.
A god from the blue it was inspired me first
to set up a great loom in our royal halls
and I began to weave, and the weaving finespun,
the yarns endless, and I would lead them on: ‘Young men,
my suitors, now that King Odysseus is no more,
go slowly, keen as you are to marry me, until
I can finish off this web…’

The Odyssey, 19.151-59.

Oh wow, how completely gorgeous.