Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt

Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt (11 August 1836 – 22 December 1919) was an American poet from Kentucky.

Quotes

 * There stretch'd a sleeping army. One by one, They took their places until thousands met; No leader's stars flash'd on before, and none Lean'd on his sword or stagger'd with his gun -- I wonder if their feet have rested yet!
 * Army of Occupation (1866), a Civil War poem written at Arlington, Virginia.


 * My mother says I must not pass Too near that glass; She is afraid that I will see A little witch that looks like me, With a red mouth to whisper low The very thing I should not know.
 * The Witch in the Glass (1881).


 * This was your butterfly, you see— His fine wings made him vain: The caterpillars crawl, but he  Passed them in rich disdain.— My pretty boy says, “Let him be  Only a worm again!
 * After Wings (1892).


 * Other suns will shine as golden, Other skies be just as blue; Other south winds blow as softly, Gently drinking up the dew.
 * To-day, Stanza 1.


 * All the glories of the sunset, In the sunrise one may see; That which others call the dawning Is the night for you and me.
 * To-day, Stanza 3.


 * If this be all, for which I've listened long, Oh, spirit of the dew! You did not sing to Shelley such a song As Shelley sung to you.
 * A Word With a Skylark, lines 1-4.


 * Yet, with this ruined Old World for a nest, Worm-eaten through and through,-
 * A Word With a Skylark, lines 5-6.