Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt

American poet (1836–1919)

Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt (11 August 183622 December 1919) was an American poet from Kentucky.

An 1888 lithograph of Piatt.


  • 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!
  • 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.
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